Eléctrica in the Desert


Come you masters of war –
You that build the big guns,
You that build the death planes,
You that build all the bombs.
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.



You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy

But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.



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’ll come soon
I will follow…

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5 thoughts on “MASTERS OF WAR

    1. Thanks for responding to this once again, Rosaliene. It;s very gracious for people like you, Derrick and Stuart, etc to even read it again, as I think this is the third time I’ve posted it. I don’t seem to be the writer I used to be, but connecting with you guys is meaningful to me. So, I’ll just let, oh..hey, what about Bob Dylan, speak for me.
      Seriously, though, it breaks my heart to see his beautiful young face and read his furious truthful words, and to know that things have not only not changed: everything has gotten worse.
      Thanks for writing, my fri.end

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