war is hell
no more hell on Earth
our ships on oceans all arranged
mankind as navy setting sail, but where to bound
listen for the common sound, an orchestra by God arrainged(?)
setting sail, leaving port, seas of blue
flags unfurled we steam each for our dream
i wonder on which ship are you?
and how your captains commands would seem
to me?
some, unfortunately, are nukes, and some are not
round them others gather to be safe
give in homage what their crew has brought
each small yet rusty sea scarred waif
each manned by roughnecks twice as tough
and led by officers wise and olde
some through arctics where comforts rough
and the common mans olde fashioned bold
where, i ask, are we all heading, to what port
dally here, sally there, load supplies, relative bearing grease, especially
drinking, avoiding sinking, singing out, collisions to abort
happy, smiling, roistrous sailors warm and dry to stay, say we
what flags on yours, mines Olde Glory, red, white and blue
we're led by the Old Man, he's not so bad
better indeed than some we've had, he leads the crew
good thing, though, we're ironclad
constitution, you've heard of it?
yes, we're a nuke, but don't mind that, we're pretty mellow
aint had a king since some ol' Brit
we showed 'im why we don't fly no yellow
i see a flag, and quite a crew
all those people, manning posts, sailing where?
if you could set one course, and all agree, what would you do?
about what, aside from you, do you care?
i wonder about you, your ship's much older than mine
if age is wisdom, could you teach
or what would your patriarchs minds combine
to set as representative 'pon your beach
and since we are sailing in formation, to the same destination
i wonder if, perchance, we could get together kind of soon
for an oiled, and friendly conversation
'bout what we'd like to be, someday, say by..... about noon
because, if you've not noticed, we're probably gonna need repairs
to heal the earth, and clear the airs
the ships of state are nearing the edge of the world, that's where it ends
and we'll fall right off, if our current course depends
on making more rich, those who already, selfish, are
lets set a new course by the Our Fathers, Morning Star
not some damn nazi party, staff officers keys and "car"
he'll kill us all, he's just a facsists, slimey, techno- gar
but, where that leads, that's.........{Where The Monsters Are!}
and, in mankinds oldest wisdom: that's way too far.
the world was destined to be flat, again, eventually
hard to believe, huh, fellow native of the Earth
that so far apart, so different as we seem to be
we all came into this world, with the same net worth
as much as me or you, that is, and did you know?
that, as far as i can see, is straight, and never round
so if it wasn't for that tiny tip of sail i'd never know
where we're going, where's the flowing, we're apt to drown
HHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLOO!!!!!!!!!!!
permission to come aboard, Sir?
Poetry by solomonstorm
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Written on 2011-03-23 at 01:40
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no more hell on Earth
on global extinction of the species
united on agroundour ships on oceans all arranged
mankind as navy setting sail, but where to bound
listen for the common sound, an orchestra by God arrainged(?)
setting sail, leaving port, seas of blue
flags unfurled we steam each for our dream
i wonder on which ship are you?
and how your captains commands would seem
to me?
some, unfortunately, are nukes, and some are not
round them others gather to be safe
give in homage what their crew has brought
each small yet rusty sea scarred waif
each manned by roughnecks twice as tough
and led by officers wise and olde
some through arctics where comforts rough
and the common mans olde fashioned bold
where, i ask, are we all heading, to what port
dally here, sally there, load supplies, relative bearing grease, especially
drinking, avoiding sinking, singing out, collisions to abort
happy, smiling, roistrous sailors warm and dry to stay, say we
what flags on yours, mines Olde Glory, red, white and blue
we're led by the Old Man, he's not so bad
better indeed than some we've had, he leads the crew
good thing, though, we're ironclad
constitution, you've heard of it?
yes, we're a nuke, but don't mind that, we're pretty mellow
aint had a king since some ol' Brit
we showed 'im why we don't fly no yellow
i see a flag, and quite a crew
all those people, manning posts, sailing where?
if you could set one course, and all agree, what would you do?
about what, aside from you, do you care?
i wonder about you, your ship's much older than mine
if age is wisdom, could you teach
or what would your patriarchs minds combine
to set as representative 'pon your beach
and since we are sailing in formation, to the same destination
i wonder if, perchance, we could get together kind of soon
for an oiled, and friendly conversation
'bout what we'd like to be, someday, say by..... about noon
because, if you've not noticed, we're probably gonna need repairs
to heal the earth, and clear the airs
the ships of state are nearing the edge of the world, that's where it ends
and we'll fall right off, if our current course depends
on making more rich, those who already, selfish, are
lets set a new course by the Our Fathers, Morning Star
not some damn nazi party, staff officers keys and "car"
he'll kill us all, he's just a facsists, slimey, techno- gar
but, where that leads, that's.........{Where The Monsters Are!}
and, in mankinds oldest wisdom: that's way too far.
the world was destined to be flat, again, eventually
hard to believe, huh, fellow native of the Earth
that so far apart, so different as we seem to be
we all came into this world, with the same net worth
as much as me or you, that is, and did you know?
that, as far as i can see, is straight, and never round
so if it wasn't for that tiny tip of sail i'd never know
where we're going, where's the flowing, we're apt to drown
HHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLOO!!!!!!!!!!!
permission to come aboard, Sir?
Poetry by solomonstorm
Read 601 times
Written on 2011-03-23 at 01:40
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