The Wanking Nuns

Punk Poem From a Punk Heart

I see the people as they consume
the latest banter from the latest cause
donate your money now
feed the rich and support the wars
in memory to the fallen soldiers fighting for
the fat fucks sitting behind the desks
calling all the shots
and ignoring all the homeless and runaways
teenagers taking drugs
shooting up junk
living like the living dead
and I dream of peace
what a silly dream
but I'll dream it until the day I die
and what about all the faggots
their getting killed
hate crimes and racism
sexism and gluttony
oh what a place to be
living in the land of the free

I see life and I see how
things could be
but no one wishes to speak to me
they all walk on and pass me by
so many like me
wishing for the same thing
and so many people always passing us by
they just go and feed their urges
sexual and financial
raping small children
perverts walking down the streets
in the church they take it to the extreme
strap us down to chairs and force feed preset beliefs
and I'm dreaming the dream
of a better tomorrow
sooner or later it'll come true
but what about you
will you put down the gun
would you pull those bigots off the gay kid
when they try and hold him down
and what about you
would you die for your country
die for the fat man
sitting behind the desk
counting his corporate blessings
sitting here
on the street
in the land of the free
what a place to be

And where will you be
When the people rise up against the fat cats
That burn the numbers on your skin
Where will you be when the people take back what is theirs
This is just a poem that comes from the heart
And from nowhere else

oh what a place to be



-Jon Powder-