UNDER THE GUN

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Here’s my open letter to the Council for the Betterment of All that is Seen and Unseen

It’s been time since I have written

For the things that you have given

Me and all my brothers and my sisters and the lovers in the street

All saving a lonely goodbye

For a time we’re born to shun

But surely someday soon will come

But we will pass pleasantries, even under the gun

 

Here’s my open letter to the words written by feathers dipped in the ink of several generations’ blood

Throwing fits through conduits to future generations

It’s a fools game to rule

In the practice of what’s already done

Composing a lonely goodbye

For a time when you are gone

To any victim yet unborn

But we will tell it like it is, even under the gun

 

It’s taken most of what I am to understand that we are in the same boat

Despite the things that I might say

My will is never far away to keep going

To keep going

To keep on going, going, going, going, going, even under the gun

 

Here’s my open letter to the president of which whatever big white palace in the mud

Spending (killing) slashing underhand

High up laughing, not to understand

Your fellow man, who marches in line and makes the most of his time

Now you’re shouting a lonely goodbye

 

Not to let your people go, but we are here to let you know

We will tell it like it is, even under the gun

We will move right on, even under the gun

We will dance right on, even under the gun

We will move right on, even under the gun