The Song That Woke The Sleeping Giant
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All men march to the drum beat
except they aren't really drums
they're the moans of the hungry
whose skin and bones
line the roads of our country
Like the millions of citizens
that are victims to big guns
or victims of rich men
surviving on victims
With a political system
with a role for it's people
don't question decisions
be prepared to make none
You call that a living
when you struggle for those fake funds
in the new civil war
we trade credit cards for hand guns
To start making a difference
we've got to murder politicians
do not write to your officials
send a message with a pistol
Find yourself a lobbyist
and make your anger obvious
murder's what the tyrants get
trading violent men for violent men
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to paraphrase that great poet, Donald Rumsfeld: We work with the Congress we have, not the Congress we wish we had
Yes, of course we ought be fiscally responsible.
Yet of far more import is that we be rational.
Hyperbolic apoplectic, Apocalyptic rhetoric
reduces us from politic to stagey raving maniacs.
No need for such hysteria; learn from recent history.
The flagrant ways of LBJ, Reagan and GWB
found mitigation in administrations following.
The People, energized, expand instead of wallowing.
Exciting industries take hold, real worth -- not hollow gold.
The conversation we as a nation need
is not a war of virtue versus greed
or capturing the rules to win a game
or playing catch with sophistry and shame.
We need to ask and answer in sobriety
Who we best can be as a society
July 31, 2011





