THIS IS A POEM/SONG BY BOB DYLAN THAT WELL, JUST NEEDS TO BE READ. THIS IS B/C I AM ANGRY/SAD OVER WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE WORLD AND WHAT WILL HAPPEN. SO THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL YOU WARMONGERING ASSHOLES WHO WON'T SEND YOUR SONS TO WAR BUT WOULD BE HAPPY TO SEND MINE AND OTHERS TO WAR WHILE YOU SIT ON CAPITOL HILL!! YOU FUCKING DINOSAURS!!
"MASTERS OF WAR"
COME YOU MASTERS OF WAR
HERE TO BUILD THE BIG GUNS
HERE TO BUILD THE DEATH POINTS
HERE TO BUILD ALL THE BOMBS
HERE TO HIDE BEHIND WALLS
HERE TO HIDE BEHIND DESKS
I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW
I CAN SEE THRU YOUR MASKS
YOU HAD NEVER DONE NOTHING
BUT BUILD TO DESTROY
YOU PLAY WITH MY WORLD
LIKE IT'S YOUR LITTLE TOY
YOU PUT A GUN IN MY HAND
AND YOU HIDE FROM MY EYES
AND YOU TURN AND RUN FARTHER WHEN THE FAST BULLETS FLY
LIKE JUDAS OF OLD
YOU LIE AND DECEIVE
A WORLD WAR CAN BE WON
YOU WANT ME TO BELIEVE
BUT I SEE THRU YOUR EYES
AND I SEE THRU YOUR BRAIN
LIKE I SEE THRU THE WATER THAT RUNS DOWN YOUR DRAIN
YOU FASTEN ALL THE TRIGGERS
FOR THE OTHERS TO FIRE
THEN YOU SIT BACK AND WATCH
WHILE THE DEATH COUNT GETS HIGHER
YOU HIDE IN YOUR MANSION
ALL THE YOUNG PEOPLES BLOOD
FOR THOSE OUT OF THEIR BODIES AND IS BURIED IN THE MUD
YOU'VE THROWN THE WORST FEAR
THAT COULD EVER BE HURLED
FEAR TO BRING CHILDREN
INTO THEE WORLD
ARE BOTH WRITTEN IN MY BABY
UNBORN AND UNNAMED
YOU AIN'T WORTH THE BLOOD THAT RUNS IN YOUR VEINS
HOW MUCH DO I KNOW
TO TALK OUT OF TURN
YOU MIGHT SAY THAT I'M YOUNG
YOU MIGHT SAY I'M UNLEARNED
BUT THERE'S ONE THING I KNOW
I'M YOUNGER THAN YOU
EVEN JESUS WOULD NEVER FORGIVE WHAT YOU DO
LET ME ASK YOU ONE QUESTION
IS YOUR MONEY THAT GOOD?
WILL IT BUY YOU FORGIVENESS?
DO YOU THINK THAT IT COULD?
I THINK YOU WILL FIND
WHEN YOUR DEATH TAKES ITS TOLL
ALL THE MONEY YOU MADE WILL NEVER BUY BACK YOUR SOUL
AND I HOPE THAT YOU DIE
AND YOUR DEATH WILL COME SOON
I'LL FOLLOW YOUR CASKET
ON A PALE AFTERNOON
AND I'LL WATCH WHILE YOUR LOWERED
DOWN TO YOUR DEATHBED
AND I'LL STAND OVER YOUR GRAVE TIL' I'M SURE THAT YOU'RE DEAD!
---BOB DYLAN--
