Crying in Hiccoughs

There Is Peace

22 The Lock Oh! lock, Creation of the have, Against The have not, Who wanting to have, Stole from the have, What they had stolen from them, Who wanting to protect their loot, Make laws and arm the badged ones In this world of vicious cycles. There Is Peace There is peace on this land, Our lions have shed their manes, And bleat in peaceful tunes, Among the rumpled woolly sheep. There is peace on this land, Our lions have got their fill, And each farts and belches, Among the limping footsore sheep. There is peace on this land, The Iscariots have won the day, And each, in his lofty way, Shares the hemless tunic. ...