From Dyin' to Dead..
Shots fired in the field echoes in the arcade of my mind..Bodies lyin' around makes me feel left behind
I wish to throw these arms out of my hands
..But the leaders around just are outlaws throwin' commands
But ... It's alright Ma...I'm only dyin'
We lost six million brothers and sisters their cries I still hear
..I wish we could end these wars and hear folks cheer
They came and we enslaved them their tears are not dry
..Drafted we are to fight even though we decry
But... It's alright Ma...I'm only dyin'
From fall to spring we kill one another
Hatred and power all they do is even death to which arms cater
War defines evil for it bluffs of dominion
It ain't use just talkin' till we protest the captain
But... It's alright Ma...I'm only dyin'
All I want to see is the face of my new-born
..But these wounds just hurt so much makin' me all torn
My heart I can feel poundin' a beat less and my eyes are closin'
Come together and love another is all I am askin'
But... It's alright Ma...I'm dead
Ray Gonsalves
Poetry by Ray Gonsalves
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Written on 2009-04-06 at 21:29
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