I talk of love, purity
I am a sissy
I talk of caprice, vice
Hatred, bombs, weapons
Am smart, taken seriously.
I worship Messiahs and Saints,
Chanting their words, I am all in tears,
While on the field, they're redundant, in vain
For there, I follow the stillborn Hitler.
I take occasional vacations
Go in the lap of nature.
While every part of it is a giver
I am a snatcher, taker
Or, to say the least, a beggar.
Mountains and rivers
Deserts, seas, and oceans
Have treasures to offer.
By design, we distribute their fruition
To make the rich richer, the poor poorer,
If I turn around and say it's vulgar
I become a bad Peter.
Whatever I do
I compare, judge and compete
Who is more peaceful, more harmful between me and you,
How I can war, win and defeat!
While nature's acceptance is total and complete,
It doesn't recognize any warfare,
It shares takes care and repeats.
Mistakes such as these
Abound in scores and dozens
Repeated in time and space
Paradise, by choice, has become a prison.
For how long, one doesn't
Know, this failing game will continue,
For how long, without logic, atonement, and reason
We will have to beat the blues.