Flowers and Songs

by Andrew J. Müller

Come to me and listen
You know that it's true
That the people you step on
Can see straight through you
So you bring out the Army
And they bring out the tanks
And you force them to
Their knees and make them give thanks.

They deal with your envy
They can see through your greed
To warn the poor people
On whom you all feed
So you shoot them down
Leave them in the mud
You won't be happy
'Til the streets run red with our blood.

You make us suffer
So suffer this a while
We're rising against you
To wipe away that smile
To destroy you fake morals
To leave no trace
Of that patronising grin
That we'll knock off your face.

(You say) You're the friend of the blacks
You're the friend of us all
The helper of the distressed
You answer their call
You ease their emotions
With your patriotic hymn
But you soon forget them
If they won't bend to your whims.

You destroy all the happy
And imprison the free
But we're coming to find you
Hang you from a tree
And we'll watch as you hang there
And think of your wrongs
And the world will emerge
Then in flowers and songs.

This poem appears alongside many others by Andrew in BeWrite Books's "Shaken and Stirred: Poetry from the Far Corners" published in 2002.

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