Let the Saints lie
for long they have been dead
and cast the pioneers aside
for we have been mislead.
Burn the books of war and death
their chapters never end
let the rhetoric go unheard
in their halls I'll not attend.
Rip away the bulletins
posted by the lawless crowd
and leave the killing fields barren
in ruin and unploughed.
Throw the stones into the sea
once purposed to aim
at the huddled masses on the wharf
whose fault it is, they claim.
And destroy the despot barriers
carving up the land
for I can hear that single voice
they will never understand.
The Real Assassin.
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The Real Assassin.
"We loiter in winter, while it is already spring."
- H.D Thoreau
- H.D Thoreau