Hear Ye / aircrashdetectives@paypal.me
I don’t preach, to the, choir
Or speak about these, awkward, things
Except when the house is on fire
And the judgement bell, rings
The fascist finds, familiar friends
Loves hanging on the coat-tails
Of the secret weapons that pay dividends
While drinking Molotov cocktails
Don’t be fooled by that, salacious, charm
Or of claims of ignorance
Conspiracy theories, do no, harm
Does anybody want to dance?
Time comes for every woman and every man
North to south and coast to coast
To draw a line in the sand
And stand up for what matters, most
I don’t have to love you to respect you
But I do have to defend your, honor
And it’s not about what you say it’s what you do
When you see the face of the monster.
So, rest a minute and, think of, nothing
Except peace, love, and freedom, rising
Watch her face, almost, blushing
With pride
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