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John Cross
Contributed by
Steeleyes
on
Sunday, 24th November 2002 @ 10:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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John Cross went to work
All he was was an office clerk
But day by day what he saw
Hit him hard and made him raw
He saw corruption all around
And no one seemed to make a sound
All workers did was watch their backs
Hiding from unpleasant facts
His inner voice kept calling out
This is wrong, stand up and shout!
But then he thought, my wife, my kids
He closed his eyes but behind closed lids...
An image of ugliness everywhere
He could not just sit and stare
It was up to us all and it was up to him
All else in life seemed just a whim
Each day at lunch he sat in the park
Now after work he'd sit 'till dark
Thinking about the world he saw
How evil was approved by law
Now he saw he had to act
And make them realise the fact
that all their ways were so misguided
And what was good was so derided
To feed the poor and help the lame
To cherish all as if the same
To give to those that truly needed
Not to mock and leave unheeded
Not to glory in killing men
Or hating any others when
they had a culture not the same
Or breeding violence like a game
To forgive those who try to harm us
And heal the wounds that surround us
To bring new hope to those downtrodden
To cherish love. Make war forgotten.
He started walking from the park
Slowly stepping through the dark
He made his way up to the base
And to the sentry in his place
What do you want? came the command
He stopped and sighed and gently smiled
Now the soldier could not catch his breath
In that instant he saw his work was Death
They walked silent to the base HQ
With a peace unknown to me or you
Inside the base they took each gun
And smashed them all one by one
Leaving that world they spent the night
With the homeless out of sight
Finding gentle wisdom in their eyes
No brutal hatred to despise
Next day to Wall Street slow they strolled
To endless corridors lined with gold
Computers flashed money, the same old drug
Walking to the wall they pulled the plug
The cops then came, they were thrown in jail
Condemnations fell on them like hail
How could you be so anti-social?
Don't you know this work is crucial?!
A psych was called and tests then made
To show they didn't make the grade
Such acts were done with no gain
They surely must be quite insane
Two bodies shocked and two brains fried
They lay like zombies hypnotized
Now we're safe from these crazy kooks
with mad ideas from worthless books
If only we could destroy the rest
Get rid of freedom to protest
What a happy life we would all lead
Making endless money, that's joy indeed!
On the news the terrorists' story was told
We nodded agreement our eyes turned cold
Thinking them wicked to deny our need
We turn back thankfully to vice and greed.
Copyright ©
Steeleyes
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2002-11-24 22:30:00]
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Re: John Cross
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by DreamWeaver on
Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 04:43:16 AM AEST
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| This is a wonderful poem with a wonderful message. Great write. |
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Re: John Cross
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by Steeleyes on
Wednesday, 27th November 2002 @ 07:43:14 PM AEST
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| Thanks very much Dreamweaver, I appreciate that... |
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