War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
......
Sitting in my own flat
MY flat
The coziness. The quiet!
With two floors, a spare bathroom
And no mortgage on it
Go fuck yourself Generation Rent!
What an achievement hey
I worked hard to get there
And when the mail comes through
It is for me, just me
......
I want to live in a world in which people won't tolerate
the murdering of innocent women and children,
where they'll insist it stop immediately,
without compromise, whatever the costs,
and where the leaders of the free world won't turn a blind eye
because Russia has oil or they're afraid of nuclear war,
but act on principle, with the courage of their convictions.
And I want to believe in an American public willing to stand for what is right,
however expensive, inconvenient, or far away,
and a NATO alliance determined to defend
......
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the
larger day.
From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.
Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled meed.
......
Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.
I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.
......
I cannot be alone,
And I cannot be bored.
Does that mean I like people's company?
Or am I just good at faking a smile,
And getting things done?
People say I have the best smile,
But is it real?
Am I really happy?
Or do I just lie to everyone?
......
Sitting in my own flat
MY flat
The coziness. The quiet!
With two floors, a spare bathroom
And no mortgage on it
Go fuck yourself Generation Rent!
What an achievement hey
I worked hard to get there
And when the mail comes through
It is for me, just me
......
In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high.
Injustice, a tempest, a loss that rages in the night,
Yet, in our hearts, resilience roars like thunder in the sky.
Racism, a monstrous shadow, a venomous haze,
A brutal echo of the world's scornful refrain.
Yet, we soar above the maze, ablaze,
Every scar transformed, a phoenix's triumphant gain.
......
Freedom to give.
Freedom to live.
Freedom to question why.
Freedom to walk.
Freedom to talk.
Freedom to live or to die.
Freedom to sing.
Freedom to swing.
......
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