Soldiers often RuLe

I cry
at the sight
of the fight
of the people
linking arms
marching forth
stomach feeling
like a free fall
the batons crash
repetitively fast
as they harass
their own equal
never thinkin
their own face
is a byproduct
of what we call
Merciless
imperialistic
dominion over
thee small

with their gas mask
they go to task
spray the mass
and beat them
don’t ask
to uphold justice
act as humans
or be treated
as loving creatures
with gentle features

who have they taken on as their teachers??

They’ll shoot the crowd
that shouts out proud:

EL PUEBLO!
UNIDO!
JAMAS SERA VENCIDO!

EL PUEBLO!
UNIDO!
JAMAS SERA VENCIDO!

And like a casino
me know
the odds are all quite stacked
but it’s all possible
when the solutions
are comin at ya
people backed

the rule of the cruel
so vicious
and violent
is lived out by the poor
armed with guns
why are they silent??
millions march for peace
here and overseas
why aren’t they tryin it??
cuz therez prosperity
in capitalism
and American Facism??
I ain’t buyin it!

I feel like one
among them all
but I don’t fall
when they start shooting
my teeth
they grind
I hold my mind
and with my words
begin refuting
every principle
every act
every word they say is false
pretenses
that pretends ta
explain away pain

I go to war
but not with guns
for now the war is us

I trust the just
I am amongst
those who take a stand
I can adhere
to have no fear
stay strong as we demand
that every villan soldiers
disobey chain of comand.

They have to stop killin their own people.

- JuleZ, June 6, 2006