Compassionate verse for world leaders
Butchers


I'm not scared of global warming cos I know there's gonna be a nuclear winter,
good for cockroaches as this planet disinte-
great (S)
Beings are on the prowl
listen to this verse cos I'm wise like an owl;
growl.
I shake my sabre and the masses will howl.
Nuclear power or nuclear disarmament,
Fuck the politics of fear cos there's harm in it.
True love is the real nuclear bomb,
aint no mushroom cloud you got it wrong,
the mystic medicine is mind; taken,
you gunning and fighting you must be mistaken,
it aint fun, it aint creating,
we tired, Bush, of your global masturbating,
cos yeah, your right mister Shrub,
broken bodies and pain be your genital rub.
So think about that as you lie down sleeping,
Your drunken power drowned grim reaping,
And you never heard veiled women weeping,
and your rebirth awaits, Mr Cockroach, creeping.
You ain't the one who'll be soul collecting,
I'll still be around, spirit protecting.
Cos the Shaman in me has been truly awoken,
On this planets brink, mother nature broken,
Your Kyoto summits be mere publicity token,
and these words disturb us, but here they are, spoken.


Om mani peme hum



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Matt Reinhart