Bush BamasThe Bush bombers bash Bush but neglect to seeMore Like This
that Obama bombs about as much as Bush.
Broken promises and lies
lie behind a political guise.
These guys puts scales over our eyes.
Bush and Obama are basically one and the same.
Just differing extremes in this power game.
Jesus is not a Republican.
He's not a Democrat.
In fact, His kingdom is higher than that.
Take America back? Back to what?
Back to stabbing our brothers in the back?
Taking their land? Making slaves?
Is that the plan?
One nation under God?
Not the same God I serve.
God doesn't send natives away to reserves.
White versus black verses yellow versus red.
Each one wanting the others dead.
Or working to keep their selfish bellys and mindsets fed.
White man going down the drain.
Sweet revenge for the damage not ours to claim.
No one is responsible for the wrongs of their ethnical race.
We are in this together, don't throw that in my face.
I wont throw anything in yours.
of proud racist dreams.
I fall to my knee
What of the Golden Boy?'Its with deaths blue lips that each of us will be taken,' I heard him whisper as I walked by. I turned and looked at him I had taken little notice of him, in the city, the streets were littered with beggars. He looked little different to the rest of them, torn clothes and matted hair. He mumbled in to his hands, faster and faster.More Like This
'What did you say?' I asked him quietly. His eyes darted to mine like lightning they were gone again. He whispered into his hands, faster and faster. I crouched down next to him and put a gold coin into the battered looking coffee cup. His eyes followed my hand to the cup and he watched the coin fall, clinking at it hit the bottom of the cup.
'Wait for the golden boy,' He mumbled.
'What golden boy?' I asked urgently. Could it be? The one from my dream? But that was just a dream. And that was just a silly nickname.
He shook his head furiously. I tried to get him to talk again but he just shook his head. In the end I had to leave. Before I turned the corner I