Post by credo on Jul 27, 2008 17:54:16 GMT -5
Well, I have a poem to post, it's a bit long and quite un-refined at the moment but it's okay, I think . . .
I am a man, I am a martyr.
Die for my cause but I’ve only just started
The truth is a lie, the enemy good,
The only evil is inside your head.
Sick men and bureaucrats tell you it’s me
The one behind words, the one you can’t see.
Never do they tell you, you can’t see
Because then you’d know it’s me
They don’t let you because I’m normal too
The lie is wrapped inside your mind, they put it there,
not when you were born but when your parents were young,
they think you can’t tell, but now everyone knows
It’s them that cause problems, not me, behind words,
the one they won’t let you see
Everyday I make waves, hoping someone will see,
but then the rocks come crashing Down on me
Strike up a fist, defiant but trembling.
It’s hard now, they’ve burned our air with promises and assurances.
Try to breathe, look hard for relief.
By night I make fun, I jest and run but none but my friends see what is real
Stuck behind words, the ones you can’t see
If you noticed us they’d have to make another lie, so they keep it quiet
Hope the promises and assurances will distract you wile everything festers
They put on new paint, and blame the molesters, they’re ruining our world
Evil unfurled.
Once it was Hitler, then Stalin and Mao.
Now it’s the immigrants, lost behind words like me.
What don’t they want you to see? That they’re like you, and like me?
What don’t they want you to hear?
What they don’t say is they’re choked too now. Killed by our world, minds down the drain
I am a man, I am a martyr
Dei for my cause but I’ve only just started
Those who wreak havoc, given a name,
wreathed in a banner, terrorists, they claim
Evil! Their to blame!
Not right to hurt others, the ones that even exist.
But afraid, and angry, faceless agressors, put them on a list
Blamed for the world when we all know who’s lying
Who next, when this lie we stop buying?
But still it is easy to close eyes and point fingers, like blind mans bluff
Where you lose by tough luck
I am a man, just like you.
I’d die for those I love. Wouldn’t you?
What world is this for our children to enter
The sky burns and the liar learns to simply disappear behind
The fear, and those he’s maligned.
Never him, always moving. Faces changing, re-arranging.
He has no set name, no face to point to, and pin blame.
His name is cynicism, greed, inferiority and illness
Pressure, pain and ignorance
Loneliness, blindness, pretend
Pretend it’s not wrong, to hurt and not mend.
Pretend it is right to get what you like
Pretend that the fight, is fought by the wrong
Always another to blame, not us we’re strong.
The truth is it’s our fault the world is just so.
Me; behind the words, you, reading the lines.
Him and her in the street and at home.
I a man, I am to blame
You are like me, we both are the same
Everytime you pass someone and don’t say hello.
Everytime you blithely ignore, someone doomed to roam.
No house, but a hand outstretched. Hoping for a single breath of humanity
A coin, a smile, even a good day as you walk
Something to tell him not all hope is lost
The whole worlds shoulders have not turned to frost
It’s your fault, and mine.
Everytime we do nothing, when something goes wrong
Everytime we watch governments, pass laws that destroy
Everytime, every single time, it’s our fault
We stand there, what can we do?
I a man, I am in need
I am a man, I bleed. Don’t you?
Help me and I’ll help you
But this is a line, as harmful as good
We’ve lost what it meant, and only see benefit if profit is in hand
Sometimes, help me means I’m scared, I’m lonely, I can’t do it myself
Sometimes, I’ll help you, means, I wouldn’t pass by
If on the street, in the gutter, with a hand out for help
Homeless and hurt, spurned by a society lost caring
I saw you . . . on the shelf .
I am a man, or maybe a woman
I am a person, not a word, a figure, a picture at the bottom of a page.
I’d stop, and I’d talk
And I’d do what I can
Sometimes help me and I’ll help you
Means together, there’s nothing the world can’t get through.
I’d stop, and I’d talk
And I’d do what I can
Sometimes help me, and I’ll help you
Means would you, if you saw me hurt? Did you, when last you passed by
You know who I am, though you pretend, though you lie
Though you turn a blind eye
Sometimes help me and I’ll help you
Means help me, and together, we’ll pull through
Means save me, and when it’s your turn, I’ll save you
Means there’s nothing all of us, the world banded together,
Cannot weather
If we dare to
I am a man, I am a martyr.
Die for my cause but I’ve only just started
The truth is a lie, the enemy good,
The only evil is inside your head.
Sick men and bureaucrats tell you it’s me
The one behind words, the one you can’t see.
Never do they tell you, you can’t see
Because then you’d know it’s me
They don’t let you because I’m normal too
The lie is wrapped inside your mind, they put it there,
not when you were born but when your parents were young,
they think you can’t tell, but now everyone knows
It’s them that cause problems, not me, behind words,
the one they won’t let you see
Everyday I make waves, hoping someone will see,
but then the rocks come crashing Down on me
Strike up a fist, defiant but trembling.
It’s hard now, they’ve burned our air with promises and assurances.
Try to breathe, look hard for relief.
By night I make fun, I jest and run but none but my friends see what is real
Stuck behind words, the ones you can’t see
If you noticed us they’d have to make another lie, so they keep it quiet
Hope the promises and assurances will distract you wile everything festers
They put on new paint, and blame the molesters, they’re ruining our world
Evil unfurled.
Once it was Hitler, then Stalin and Mao.
Now it’s the immigrants, lost behind words like me.
What don’t they want you to see? That they’re like you, and like me?
What don’t they want you to hear?
What they don’t say is they’re choked too now. Killed by our world, minds down the drain
I am a man, I am a martyr
Dei for my cause but I’ve only just started
Those who wreak havoc, given a name,
wreathed in a banner, terrorists, they claim
Evil! Their to blame!
Not right to hurt others, the ones that even exist.
But afraid, and angry, faceless agressors, put them on a list
Blamed for the world when we all know who’s lying
Who next, when this lie we stop buying?
But still it is easy to close eyes and point fingers, like blind mans bluff
Where you lose by tough luck
I am a man, just like you.
I’d die for those I love. Wouldn’t you?
What world is this for our children to enter
The sky burns and the liar learns to simply disappear behind
The fear, and those he’s maligned.
Never him, always moving. Faces changing, re-arranging.
He has no set name, no face to point to, and pin blame.
His name is cynicism, greed, inferiority and illness
Pressure, pain and ignorance
Loneliness, blindness, pretend
Pretend it’s not wrong, to hurt and not mend.
Pretend it is right to get what you like
Pretend that the fight, is fought by the wrong
Always another to blame, not us we’re strong.
The truth is it’s our fault the world is just so.
Me; behind the words, you, reading the lines.
Him and her in the street and at home.
I a man, I am to blame
You are like me, we both are the same
Everytime you pass someone and don’t say hello.
Everytime you blithely ignore, someone doomed to roam.
No house, but a hand outstretched. Hoping for a single breath of humanity
A coin, a smile, even a good day as you walk
Something to tell him not all hope is lost
The whole worlds shoulders have not turned to frost
It’s your fault, and mine.
Everytime we do nothing, when something goes wrong
Everytime we watch governments, pass laws that destroy
Everytime, every single time, it’s our fault
We stand there, what can we do?
I a man, I am in need
I am a man, I bleed. Don’t you?
Help me and I’ll help you
But this is a line, as harmful as good
We’ve lost what it meant, and only see benefit if profit is in hand
Sometimes, help me means I’m scared, I’m lonely, I can’t do it myself
Sometimes, I’ll help you, means, I wouldn’t pass by
If on the street, in the gutter, with a hand out for help
Homeless and hurt, spurned by a society lost caring
I saw you . . . on the shelf .
I am a man, or maybe a woman
I am a person, not a word, a figure, a picture at the bottom of a page.
I’d stop, and I’d talk
And I’d do what I can
Sometimes help me and I’ll help you
Means together, there’s nothing the world can’t get through.
I’d stop, and I’d talk
And I’d do what I can
Sometimes help me, and I’ll help you
Means would you, if you saw me hurt? Did you, when last you passed by
You know who I am, though you pretend, though you lie
Though you turn a blind eye
Sometimes help me and I’ll help you
Means help me, and together, we’ll pull through
Means save me, and when it’s your turn, I’ll save you
Means there’s nothing all of us, the world banded together,
Cannot weather
If we dare to