if tomorrow dont come,
then today is the answer.
love is the key,
and hate is the cancer.
every man searches,
for freedom's birthright.
still every man waits
for death to get right.
pushed in the corner,
and ready to fight.
it dont seem to matter,
who's wrong and who's right.
so give me my hat,
i going out the door.
you've got all i had,
there's not gonna be more.
i'm gonna find a land
where men are equal and just.
where the knife's still sharp,
but covered with rust.
where flesh honors flesh
before its ashes to dust.
where you look a man in his eyes,
and shake his hand with trust.
and i'm alone,
still strong,
still waiting for the dawn...
baby, i'm gone!
I seem to like the Part Two more. Brilliantly written sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't seem to get enough of this poem... 'where the knife's still sharp, but covered with rust.' That must be my favourite lines. I'd like to go to that place too, where I can trust, where I can sleep at night without my eyes and ears at the door, where peace will reign and noone will draw a sword. Extraordinary effort sir.