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in the name of God by sarah | american skin by ed graham
the box by john denver (sent in by Allison)

In the Name of God
by Sarah

Black sky rolls above me
Gray ash below my feet
The rain that falls burns my skin
And we’ve got nothing left to see
It could have been avoided
But they’re not listening to me
I’m not sure if I believe in God,
But I’m sure its safe to say
That whatever he is wouldn’t want
Anyone killed in his name
Christians have their double standards
They change the truth to what they want:
Thou shalt not kill but its ok if its for God
Well, what would Jesus do?
I’m not sure if I believe in God,
But I’m sure its safe to say
That whatever he is wouldn’t want
Anyone killed in his name
What’s the real reason behind this?
Is it so Bush can feel like a man?
Is it to pay back the terrorist?
Or is it just because he can?

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American Skin
by Ed Graham

Everyday I see the flag, waving in the sky
I think of all the brave heroes who gladly gave their lives
To see a symbol of freedom, and hear it’s song loudly ring
And after all the lies are done, did they die for anything?

Freedom of religion sacrificed on public whim
It’s a sad state of the union where the President talks of sin
You’re building a theocracy upon melting sand
I think I liked it better when we were in the frying pan

An American Flag tattoed on American Skin
Tell me about the demons you have lurking within
You say you love this country, and I believe you do
But will there be a country left whenever you get through?

Freedom of speech is a virtue sadly gone
I know I will be crucified for the lyrics of this song
I may not agree with you, but I’ll die so you can say it
Free speech without exception, go screw your censorship!

So sing a song of saccharine
And ring a ring of commies
I see the truth lurking within
For Rebel are our Johnnies
A class war mixed with race war
And children learn this dance
Lady Liberty is a public whore
Who preaches ignorance

An American Flag branded on American Skin
When they file me in the gulag, they’ll know where I have been
I truly loved this country, but whenever you get through
The land of opportunity is just a prison work crew

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The Box
by John Denver
from Poems, Prayers, and Promises
submitted by Allison

Once upon a time, in the land of Hushabye,
Round about the wondrous days of yore.
They came across a sort of box,
bound up with chains and locked with locks,
And labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."
A decree was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout,
and a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore,
"Don't fiddle with this box, or break the chains, or pick the locks,
And Please... don't ever play about with war."

Well, the children understood, children happen to be good,
and they were just as good around the time of yore.
They didn't try to pick the locks, or break into that deadly box,
they never tried to play about with war.
Mommies didn't either, Sisters, Aunts, Grannies neither,
'cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty
in those wondrous days of yore.
Well... very much the same as now, and not the ones to blame somehow,
for opening up that deadly box of war.

But someone did... someone battered in the lid,
and spilled the insides out across the floor.
A sort of bouncy bumpy ball,
with flags and all the tears and horror that goes with war.
It bounced right out and went bashing all about,
and bumping into everything in store.
And what was sad and most unfair is that it didn't really seem to care,
much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.
It bumped the children mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them everyday... and more... and more,
and leaves them dead and burned and dying,
thousands of them sick and crying,
cause when it bumps... it's really very sore.

Now there's a way to stop the ball,
it isn't difficult at all,
all it takes is wisdom.
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box...
and bind the chains and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.

Well, thats the way it all appears,
cause it's been bouncing round for years and years
in spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore.
And the time they came upon The Box,
bound up with chains and locked with locks...
and labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."

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