The Mean Old Pacifist
The sooner you all kill yourselves, the sooner I'll be pleased.
I don't like racial prejudice in any form at all;
Yankee, Russian, white or tan, I hate you one and all!
Oh, I've walked for peace, I've struck for peace,
And been hit on the head;
I've been in jail without no bail,
And called a God damn red.
So now I'm sitting in a cave; I've stocked it pretty well;
And all you damn warmongers, you all can go to hell.
I've worked my fingers to the bone, signing pleas for peace;
Carried signs to ban the bomb, and run from the police.
And then one day I looked around, and suddenly realized
There's not a one of you SOB's who ought to be alive!
I do not like the Russians with all their cutthroat band;
And for these great United States, I do not give a damn.
Soon will come a mighty flash that brightens up the night.:
I'll slap my knee and shout with glee, it serves you bastards right!
Contributed by Gene Keyes - 2008/8/5 - 03:20
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