tryin to choose a better nature
and let go of that tempting battle line
peace can be a buttoned down short hair thing
militarism is corny and square
unsustainable, obsolete
a dinosaur paradigm animated by fabricated fear
peace to me aint no flowers and incense
it's hammers and shovels, rebar and concrete
tough guy shit.
A pasty double chinned bald suit who justifies war
is a coward and a weakling
with a soft dick and soft girlish hands
fetished and sweaty
desperate for agency