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[bodytext] => John Cross went to work
All he was was an office clerk But day by day what he saw Hit him hard and made him raw He saw corruption all around And no one seemed to make a sound All workers did was watch their backs Hiding from unpleasant facts His inner voice kept calling out This is wrong, stand up and shout! But then he thought, my wife, my kids He closed his eyes but behind closed lids... An image of ugliness everywhere He could not just sit and stare It was up to us all and it was up to him All else in life seemed just a whim Each day at lunch he sat in the park Now after work he'd sit 'till dark Thinking about the world he saw How evil was approved by law Now he saw he had to act And make them realise the fact that all their ways were so misguided And what was good was so derided To feed the poor and help the lame To cherish all as if the same To give to those that truly needed Not to mock and leave unheeded Not to glory in killing men Or hating any others when they had a culture not the same Or breeding violence like a game To forgive those who try to harm us And heal the wounds that surround us To bring new hope to those downtrodden To cherish love. Make war forgotten. He started walking from the park Slowly stepping through the dark He made his way up to the base And to the sentry in his place What do you want? came the command He stopped and sighed and gently smiled Now the soldier could not catch his breath In that instant he saw his work was Death They walked silent to the base HQ With a peace unknown to me or you Inside the base they took each gun And smashed them all one by one Leaving that world they spent the night With the homeless out of sight Finding gentle wisdom in their eyes No brutal hatred to despise Next day to Wall Street slow they strolled To endless corridors lined with gold Computers flashed money, the same old drug Walking to the wall they pulled the plug The cops then came, they were thrown in jail Condemnations fell on them like hail How could you be so anti-social? Don't you know this work is crucial?! A psych was called and tests then made To show they didn't make the grade Such acts were done with no gain They surely must be quite insane Two bodies shocked and two brains fried They lay like zombies hypnotized Now we're safe from these crazy kooks with mad ideas from worthless books If only we could destroy the rest Get rid of freedom to protest What a happy life we would all lead Making endless money, that's joy indeed! On the news the terrorists' story was told We nodded agreement our eyes turned cold Thinking them wicked to deny our need We turn back thankfully to vice and greed. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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