She
came to me in the Springtime
Though
I’d seen her face before
Like
a light into the darkness
She
always left me wanting more
Her
vibrancy and beauty
Not
so easy to ignore
Takes
me back to my childhood
When
I loved her even more
But
still they violate her
In
so many different ways
They
crawl for banker’s money
As
they dig their children’s graves
And
now they bring this madness
Back
inside the USA
They
want to carve her up
In
a thousand different ways
To
those who have no connection
To
leave her so exposed
You’ve
lost all sense of reason
As
your life comes to a close
She’ll
fight back before you kill her
And
the animals will too
So
for those still uncommitted
It’s
now time for you to choose
She
still comes to me in Springtime
Though
she doesn’t always stay
As
now I know her well enough
There
is nothing much to say
2 comments:
And here we soon have winter
Down in the land below
A police state of drunken fools
Awareness quite shallow
We hope for many changes
But are sprayed and distracted
Most just want to afford a home
While many freedoms are compacted
So bring the chill and the cold
To the ones that keep on judging
And wait to plant the springtime seeds
For the youth who see the fudging
Yes Patrick, even in springtime I can't help but feel the winter of empire and its cold and callous ways used to maintain control at all costs.
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