Propaganda For Peace Poem by Nicola Bowes

Chills run down my spine; the fm's on again.
Same story different country
"My little boy died in battle"
A battle for what? Good? Glory? Gluttony?
The stars are running riot with the new man in the house
With the freemason's promise he'll end all wars
And the largest continent is next on his list
To help the starving and the helpless from countries like his
Who steal our goods and leave us worse than ever

The corporate world; greed, control
These are the men sending their children into battle
The men with innocent blood and early tears on their consciences
But no more in the other half of the world
There's a country that is ready to change
Waiting for a newer tomorrow
With people from all directions standing together
Firm as a nation ending our own battles

Sweet green country will stand as a minority
The yellow hope looking over a blue sea
Black roads linking the white innocence
The red stain no longer will rot our history books
Sweet South Africa; unique my nation
Thousands cried when he walked
And even more will when the man falls
Good South Africa; pure country
Copyright Nicola Bowes 2009