I wrote this poem for all of you, Who's nights were ruined by the men in blue, for every single life razed, cause we wanted to get blazed Everyone has suffered the abuse, Someday those bastards'll lose, They kill us and demand tribute no empire is forever and no power absolute. --- Just a little poem that I wrote after getting busted. It's about the police or the war on drugs or the governement. You get the idea.
Okay, nice poem, nice and short, that is something that I cannot offer, I wrote one too, maybe you'll like it or maybe you won't, it has to do with the same concept of ignorant oppression, but doesn't address marijuana directly, peace holms. Omniscient Welcome all, young and old the small and shy, or the big and bold those with wealth, boasting platinum and gold or those from humble beginnings, recall meals half mold I speak to you all, from all different colors from all different lands, and all different mothers all different tongues, with our own poetic lovers we see with our eyes and hear with our ears all these differences, and all so queer but though we vary we do not understand whether it be because of ignorance or just an apathetic stand we have to have courage to shake a new hand for with out this courage we shall live in fear and these differences will become our weaknesses through stuttering jeer and I understand that you have so much hate and so much fear for me to say that she's a Nit and he's a queer she's a chink, and he's a spic he's a kraut, and she's a bitch she's a dwarf, and he's a sexist he's a thug, and she's a sadist he's a kite and she's a bum she's too fat, and jest the deaf and dumb But haven't you ever heard of fear that there is nothing to fear but fear itself so what is there to fear, but fear yourself fear your name, and fear your health fear your label, and fear your wealth fear your fear, but fear in stealth fear the strong, and fear the weak to justify and exploit the meek for it's the ones with strength they seek whether it be the koke slangers or gang bangers condemned mangers or total strangers with the sweetest of sweets candy for the eye, tongue, and nose to hell with it all and admit defeat and this is where the hatred grows does it really matter where the money goes out of your hand and up your nose out of the slums and crippled ghettoes to some fat cat up top the hill spitting down wind to avoid the toxic spills saying, "look at all of them, they cheat too I just cheat better, better than you" this is why the forgotten conclude if it's not me than it must be you and if not you than it must be them Them, Them, Them, Them all sum So you displace and replace avoid to face face to face because you just can't forsake a single face so we sit down in our place and ignore their face and replace their name with a single name cause they're all the same they don't care about me, it's all just a game so I don't care about them, fuck them all and fuck their game the game's done, game over, leave the streets in flame cause they don't understand, they don't feel my pain but your right, they don't, but your just the same do you honestly try to understand their pain than who is worse, and whose to blame pain can blind you in your faith, this is true but can that justify forsaking a single few even if you understand that few is you you with a lash on your back, burn on your arm and spear in both thighs if you understand all men than you can change their minds and forgive those who carry the burden of their crimes and choose passivity, to fight their hearts not their homes to protect with guns but fight with minds Cause everyone you steal, harm or kill will just allow the war machine to reach its fill then loss will fall on both sides, until all are still