The Weapon They Fear
The sins of deliverance.
Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose.
The avenged tyrant takes a slip of the tounge, a slit of the throat.
Mouth full of dirt, forbearance and vengeance on your lips.
Send your children to the fire, men, women, sons and daughters stack the pyre.
Bombs are dropped...
They're supposed to be setting the people free?
Blood and guts are shed...
They feed the rich, the dollar tree.
They've bent you over backwards.
They're telling lies to your face.
No contrition for the chastisement,
Witness this mass disgrace.
Lives are lost, battles are being fought,
Oil feeds the machine,
Innocent civilians are being caught.
It's only getting worse..........

Words
These words of freedom
A bequest, never to be silenced.
In this world of lies, the truth, it means resistance.
To make masses see and sense their needs.
He healed so many aching hearts and wounds.
And threw back the baseness.
Back to where it came from.
Aspired from the middle of his brothers.
Charged with this suffering and oppression.
One single voice became a storm.
His words...and melodies.
THE WEAPON THEY FEAR!!!
THE WEAPON...YOU FEAR!!!
Thrown back the baseness, back to where it came from.
Nobody is chosen to suffer.
Nobody is destined to rule.
Gagged of his mouth but not his songs.
Fettered his hands but not the words he wrote.
These songs we'll sing.
These songs are hallowed.
Silence and screams will be the end of my song.
These songs we'll sing!!!