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What of this God whom we command, to bless our coloured flag and land, so busy drawing lines in sand that we don’t think and understand.
For Whom The Troubadour Sings (2010)
There are a lot of grown ups who, should be sent up to their rooms, and told they must stay there, until they learn they can play fair.
For Whom The Troubadour Sings (2010)
What of wars we have survived, genocides and hollow costs/holocausts? Have our hopes for humankind like scriptures and mass graves been lost?
For Whom The Troubadour Sings (2010)
If we only knew, the sacred value, And if the might of our pen, is stronger than the swords of men, let us unsheathe our minds, write with our hearts again.
For Whom The Troubadour Sings (2010)
If a fist can hold a sword, and a fist can clench a pen, but the points of both are missed, by dull, tarnished pride of men. We must open up our hands, raise our palms up high to see, the mazes of our unique selves, end with similarity.
For Whom The Troubadour Sings (2010)
Your bombs and pens like swords, held high, up to my throat. You have made the cost of blood, as cheap as ink and all I think.
For Whom The Troubadour Sings (2010)
‘Where’s the next show?’, ‘Why don’t you make a Video?’, ‘Put on these beads and clothes and The Bling, Bling!’ Well, if that’s all it’s about than I think that I want out, of a career that won’t just let me sing. ...‘cause music, faith and knowledge should be free.
For Whom The Troubadour Sings (2010)
We’ve got to take a chance, fly by the seat of our proverbial pants. There’s so much we can do, out in this world, me and you. There’s so much we can improve, if you dig my drift, if you catch my groove.
For Whom The Troubadour Sings (2010)