1. War Flamingoes

They the people

Flamboyant and supreme

Keeping the saints clean

And the poor out of democracy

Talking small steps looking both ways

In a resort talking about charity

They mean good

They feel safe

They are strong

They smell good but don’t really do much

They are us

We are they

And we’ll all prevent

The rise of the innocent

Every time we crush the weaker

They come back

Every soul we chain for power

Cannot die

Raise a poor soul

to live in misery

And yet protect his place deep into slavery

We don’t know

And we sure can’t know

How to behave

In times of disaster

Every time we crush the weaker

They come back

Every soul we chain for power

Cannot die

Man shall rise

And soon

will strive to go under

Silence and contemplation

In a world designed for me

I will always give you everything

If none of it is taken from me

Man shall rise

And soon

will strive to go under