PEACE POETRY A PAGE OF FREE EXPRESSION | ||||
Beware of War Toys they beckon: olive drab, guns alert: train your son now it seems so right so patri listen even in irony i refuse to say it i don't believe in it i never had any toy soldiers i knew the neighbors who were gun thugs would soon be buried for sam in korea or nam they'll get your son power ranger at 6 air borne ranger at 21 be alert: i saw special forces toys marching near the cereals the first bite is always the hardestt the punchline to all this makes me wanna holla militarism is guess where redblooded special forces man was made? may mao, lenin and marx roll over in their graves you, know it, china , no longer red, or even pink but the bieging of china Conquer me with your factory Enter me with technoology Focus me With consumer needs Blind me With idolatry Saddle me With debt No need for rangers Come on sam Let's not be strangers we interrupt this poem with a message from your local peace movement we are quicker with our stickers don't buy war toys don't make war boys let's make some noise let's make soft boys let's make peace boys and the poem fades like that after 20 verses or so you get what i'm sayin, jim? Kenyatta Yamel |