Peace shall not come through the mouth of man
For his words ar no more than grains of sand. Spoken and blown away
His words of peace, won't last a day. World of conflict and dis-ease
All choose to do as they please. In the midst of all this strife
A tramp can be something of a bum!
No home, roots, love or job, just a thumb! He is aimless, useless, an angry being
Constant pain of his past upbringing. Under the garbage of this mess
Is a man of beauty and finesse. He rides the buses as a tramp