Dave Alan Walker Poems

Eyes of the innocent
Lies of the guilty
float around like loose atoms
Ready to collide
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I'm standing
on the outside
looking down
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Sounds of thunder
wakes my soul
In the killing zone
we call this world
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See the man
The indian man
The white man
Came and took his land
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We live
In a world
That was
here before us
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Standing in the shadows
just out of sight
stands a watcher
watching your every move
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The abomination of salvation
the only thing that is left
is damnation
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As I sit here
with my guitar
I play the blues
of a time gone by
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With a silk around his waist
and a boxer's grace
he'd fight for his family
he'd fight for his pride
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Held back
by the powers that be
it's like a sedation of the mind
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