its terrible to be so contrite
when proof of angels turns to shite
and pissing onwards in the wind
is just the least to ought, rescind
the faithful words, observe
the gall, inadequacy, the nerve
in these times of trials, believe
or bravely take the pill, deceive
the offerer of hands who sends
saying still that vinegar and paper mends
how could the foot soldiers so calm
defeat the enemies of mind, as vietnam
fury yet persists, and totalled is the sanctity
that died in blood soaked enmity
©2009 Hey Hey
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