Merchants Of Death

Ripped from the headlines of the day -- well, actually, December 14, 2012, I reworked the lyrics of Buffalo Springfield's "For What It's Worth." Yes, I give Stephen Stills co-writing credit. :P

There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Dead children everywhere

I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

One side is right; the other side is wrong
Which side are you on?
Children singing songs over here
Merchants of Death over there

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

They open their bloody coats by the neck
Pull out their blood-stained wallets and cash their bloody checks
While singing "Hi Ho Hi Ho"
"It's off to work we go"

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

Blood is running in the street
The paranoia of the Merchants Of Death runs deep
They are always afraid
Step out of line, the Man comes and takes your gun away.

We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

We better stop
Now, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

We better stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

P.S.: To my gun-loving buddies, I actually favor an EXPANSION of gun rights, but "Merchants Of Death" is an effective poem. Just trying to keep the ol' mind nimble by trying poetry....