|A Thousand Hells
Author: Seras Nova PM
Rated for minor violence and the word hell so you little 11 year olds can't say I didn't warn you. English project that I forgot to put up. Thoreau's dream in "The Night Throreau Spent in Jail". Forced rhyme, I know. >< Enjoy :DRated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Words: 190 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 01-10-05 - id: 1804543
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Grab a gun and seize a cap.
No time for cowards;
Come boy, you move like sap.
(Learn to kill or be killed!)
March on, sing your battle cries
And drum the drum of steadiness.
Not a place out of step boys,
Follow the beat of readiness.
(March along, go along, march along, go along!)
Don't call me a traitor or slacker;
Just let me walk away
I do believe in this,
These people I won't slay.
(Hate-two three four...)
Mr. President, I beg I plead!
Speak out, speak your mind!
My voice is silent to ignorance;
All my words trail behind.
(Learn to kill...)
Blood caressing each man's brow
As my brother lies dead as well.
All for a bit of land they killed;
A bit of land for a thousand hells.
What is this I hear now?
Bless the heavens! Bless the skies!
A man has spoken out,
A man has thought my cries!
Take back the world I know
Of lies disguised in conformity.
Just move on, and douse yourselves in
Simplicity simplicity simplicity!