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They like to say that we're in control
But the truth of the matter is we're not at all
Yeah the soldiers are fighting
While babies are crying
To give them peace
Politicians denying
The weak and the dying
What they most need
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
They make excuses to start a war
But I don't know that we need excuses anymore
They say we fight for our freedom
And kill for a reason
But they're lying
They just want a kingdom
To give them a reason
To force us on our knees
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
We give them our sanity
And let them take control
They're stuck in their vanity
While they steal our souls
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
I'll keep on trying
To stop innocents dying
In the streets
While governors try hiding
And lawyers keep lying
About their prophesies
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
We march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
We give them our sanity
And let them take control
They're stuck in their vanity
While they slowly steal our souls
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
But the truth of the matter is we're not at all
Yeah the soldiers are fighting
While babies are crying
To give them peace
Politicians denying
The weak and the dying
What they most need
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
They make excuses to start a war
But I don't know that we need excuses anymore
They say we fight for our freedom
And kill for a reason
But they're lying
They just want a kingdom
To give them a reason
To force us on our knees
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
We give them our sanity
And let them take control
They're stuck in their vanity
While they steal our souls
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
I'll keep on trying
To stop innocents dying
In the streets
While governors try hiding
And lawyers keep lying
About their prophesies
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
We march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
We give them our sanity
And let them take control
They're stuck in their vanity
While they slowly steal our souls
Because we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Yeah we march to the melody
But sing to the metronome
Literature
A Psalm of Connection
A Psalm of Connection
O God of Universality--
connector of quarks, of the double helix,
of butterfly wings, of the knitting in my hands,
and of the flesh that holds the needles.
You are that which created the cosmos--that which created all
truths and, indeed, all that is.
My song seeks endlessly for you:
Are you Jesus? Buddha? Krishna?
I suspect you are all--and none.
I will have to seek you again outside,
where the air moves, within and without.
And so I find you through awe: when I look at the stars,
when I sit in the redwoods beside a brook.
And, yes, I found you over and over in my babies' faces;
I then truly l
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Tree Leaves
Tree Leaves
I hope that you’re happy,
I hope I am too.
See, we were under a shadow.
It was lovely, true,
But when one day I looked up,
It was then that I knew
I couldn’t stay under tree leaves,
I had to see the sky so blue.
See, under that calm tree,
I couldn’t laugh like I used to.
I forgot how to be me,
And that’s something I couldn’t do.
I couldn’t look at you, closed my eyes
When I said adieu.
But I hope that you’ll smile
And under the sky that I will too.
And for all of our tree leaves,
I’ll hold those mem’ries, and thank you.
Literature
When will you learn?
When will you learn I'm broken apart? All torn inside but I don't give up. But when you look at me I see your torn to like me.
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Chilling. I've been feeling like this lately looking at the overall political landscape of the world and the discordance of marching to a melody and singing to a metronome really fits - very well done.