AaI Harvey (13/07/80 / Cannock)
Try your best to protest
Try your best, to protest.
Welcome to the summer, the summer of love.
Time for a protest and the finest of drugs.
1969 was the summer of feeling fine and getting high.
The hippies celebrate each small victory,
In their struggle against The Man,
To find peace and be free.
Not needing to be confrontational.
Officer throw down you shield
And don't hit us with your baton.
We are one people, trying to make a stand.
Simply preaching our teachings
And saying Peace and Love Man!
But then they grew up and cut off their hair
And were replaced by teenagers,
Who just do not care.
Who grew up to be pissed off,
Because they were always pissed on
And still we are here, demanding a revolution.
So somebody, write a protest song,
Make it good enough, to go to number 1.
So the masses can hear, what the enlightened already know:
The army doesn’t protect us from all the evil,
That's dealt unto us, by the powers above.
Whom we can no longer trust, to do the best for us.
When their eyes only see, profit and loss
And anything is possible, no matter what the cost.
Humans suffer, as you get rich,
But you only care, about you and your friends.
So go to your war, with no need for a just cause,
Just because of a man named Bush;
Who obviously hasn't hurt us enough,
Through their war, decreed to be perfectly legal.
The same government backing,
That slaughtered Vietnamese people.
So send in your soldiers, again and again.
Each one being returned, in a wooden box.
We are all powerful; we will win this war,
After we kill the Vietnamese people.
We shall invade their country, Iran or Iraq…
Vietnam, Poland or Afghanistan.
We shall tell the nation of the delicate situation,
Which means - we have to kill, a man named Saddam.
He has oil and we would like it,
So read in the papers, all the lies of your government.
Adolf was mad, according to some;
Invading Poland and starting a war.
Your power simply gives you, the power to be corrupted
And go to war just like Adolf;
But you should trusted?
(C) 2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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