Time Of The Son

Time of the Son is close It has always been close! No one can stop the tide Do you get what I say? But, does it make it silly Making the noise for peace In speaking for those who can’t Do I watch with folded arms Concentrate on my rhymes And on the chemistry of metals Ignore what’s going on The slaughter of the sheep If not by the gun By starvation, and by disease The ones without guards to guard the body This is a strange place in time The strong kill for peace! The weak remain on the run The wise man is drowning in his bottle The beast is wearing sheep’s skin And I hate what I write…