gardnerville gangsta
02-22-2005, 10:14 PM
this is more of a poem than anything else
In a place were peace lives, war often rules
In a place were children sit, bombs often fly
For a country so impervious, ruled my such fools
Often blood must fly, for our peace to stay alive
Visions and talk of war, dancing through our schools
Boxes show us everything, a hell that’ll never die
If we shall have peace today, war, forever lingers near
Panic it runs through our minds, colors choose our mood
Children, young warriors, shall spill blood for oil
We bring bombs, we bring death, but also, we bring food
Our country men; never again! To be set into our soil
We keep a smile, not a blemish, a lovely attitude
We created a never ending quest, a world of pain and fear
If we shall have peace today, war, forever lingers near
In a place were peace lives, war often rules
In a place were children sit, bombs often fly
For a country so impervious, ruled my such fools
Often blood must fly, for our peace to stay alive
Visions and talk of war, dancing through our schools
Boxes show us everything, a hell that’ll never die
If we shall have peace today, war, forever lingers near
Panic it runs through our minds, colors choose our mood
Children, young warriors, shall spill blood for oil
We bring bombs, we bring death, but also, we bring food
Our country men; never again! To be set into our soil
We keep a smile, not a blemish, a lovely attitude
We created a never ending quest, a world of pain and fear
If we shall have peace today, war, forever lingers near