Title: Peace Sells... Doesn`t it? Author: Peace Sells
Peace Sells Who says it doesn't? Though each week they say The stakes are minus another thousand Why then searching for a buyer? The peace though saves no business So then should you just ask them Your name shall now be a scambag, a liar So why say I hurt your feelings? I'm just a local fool, struggling with his billings That is how I was taught They used to tell me - shut it, never say a word Running through the streets I`d ask one for a fire It`s me now finishing my cigarette So here they come the rats Eating bread from our hands. Once again I ain't opening my mouth Not to give them any doubts That though the peace saves no budget Might clean the sky off its darkest clouds So here we are now sitting at the auction Once again looking for a buyer So there shall be no denial... No one's calling him a liar. For the one with a briefcase full of shiny papers It is easy to set the staples So you stranger mind your damn business The peace though is yet to find a witness. P.S. both the title and the topic are highly inspired by the album of a same name written by American metal band, Megadeth. Comments on "Peace Sells... Doesn`t it? "
This poem has no comments yet.
|
|