Loose change: A story of Faith
'Belief can set you free'
‘What you choose to call hell, we call home’
A single heart beat is a gelid reminder of life
The knife splits the stone, sparks ignite the night
With amber light, tell me, can you do the Samba right?
Famine, blight, and all plagues, cast out of site
Tonight we rejoice, let the Gods hear our voice
Sacrifice your lives, your wives, and your boys
We are one as a tribe, and the white man’s bribe
We’re annoyed
These beasts mock our civilisation, our lifestyle
As I load my pistol, patient, with a bright smile
Hatred burns, with the passion of a thousand fires
My soul is alight, my conscience has expired
Nothing but animals, dancing around their shacks with joy
Prancing up and down, on that innocent shackled boy
They cast a tumour in my humour, adding to my despise
These bags under my eyes, can’t disguise my surprise
But we’ve got guys on our side, that will fight with their life
Only one of our squadrons will suffice, these demons die tonight
A blinding light, disturbs our glorious parade
We draw our weapons, and dart to our warrior’s aid
Before we can see it, we’re stuck in a cross fire
We fall on our knees, and solely depend on our ‘flyers’
The men in the trees, that can blend in with leafs
They swing like trapeze, and help when we’re in need
One, two, three, these soldiers are dropping like flies
They will not survive, the Gods are on our side
I grip my weapon, a custom built Smith & Wesson
And squeeze to teach this filth a lesson
‘where are they sir? Are they gone? They’ve disappeared’
‘I don’t know, but be sure to keep your pistol near’
These words are barely muttered as they crash down
A flash of brown, but not a struggle, not a sound
We have been beaten, my soul is retreating, it’s leaving
I weep a song of sorrow, as I’m kicked and beaten
‘have you any last words, before you’re left to die in this hole?’
Yes, can you spare loose change, for a homeless soul?’
Faith is our greatest weapon