Written in 2001 by Jeanette Foresta
Do unto others, as they have done unto you?
And the vicious cycle goes on.
You think you deserve the right
to have a house and a bed
when I look in your eyes
you are all walking dead
You can't compromise
You Kings of the world
you think you are so great
you are all in a whirl!
You think you have the power to stop all of the war's?
who's in control are really the poor
they strap themselves with bombs of hate
and head out to kill you and your mate.
It goes much deeper than the caves and hills
It is the killing which propels more kills!
refugees are targets of rage
women and children put in a big cage
farmers are taken off of their farms
numbers are written in rags on their arms
why not give them a portion of land?
Instead of taking their need
as a flame being fanned?
you leaders of war go door to door
house to house to plunder the poor
spraying and throwing them off their land
oh gee won't God think this is grand
you sons of man, where is your God
where is your miracle
your savior planned
where has he gone since
he cannot be found
is He a figment of your imagination
it seems to be true
that scripture was written by a King and a Jew
no one will save us! It's all in the plan
that we must realize
"God is within"
we make our miracles
we choose to kill
we choose our own demon
we have free will!
we know there is something
we cannot define
it's a vibration
and it is divine!