One day I was smoking a bowl, and I started watching TV, and more war news came on and I got really bummed out, so I wrote this and dedicated it to all the people getting shot for no reason in the east.
Maybe Not Today
We won't need our legs to stand
And we won't need our hands to feel
We won't need our eyes to see
Or our mouths to speak
We won't need our hearts to break
And we won't need our souls to care
We won't need our minds to think
Or our tears to cry
We won't need our food to eat
And we won't need our drinks to drink
We won't need our hunger
Or our beggars gold
We won't need the sun for warmth
And we won't need the stars for visions
We won't need the moon for light
Or the wind to carry us
We won't need our weapons to kill
And we won't need our children to suffer
We won't need our voices to scream
Or our tombstone makers
We won't need to cry
And we won't need to scream
We won't need to run
We will be free
Yes, we will be free.
A poem dedicated to the east.
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