writing from
Scars Publications

Audio/Video chapbooks cc&d magazine Down in the Dirt magazine books

 

Mission Statement and List of Grievances

Rangzen Shanti

The saints of my time
Scorned by the common people
Heroes, often persecuted, think Jesus
Hair long, bandanna on
Rocking to folk, examining jazz
Strung out on pot and LSD
Yes we take drugs, we’re not sorry
Dangerously deadly drugs came with Nixon
All natural, the way to go
Peyote and our minds dance
Don’t tell us it’s wrong
We think for ourselves
Better to dive into a lake of acid than one of fire
You call us Judas, but we prefer Brutus
Betrayed Caesar, but faithful to the people
You say terrorists are evil
We don’t deny it
One terrorist has enough WMDs to destroy the world several times
Money money money money money money
All you care about, all you think about
We got more on our minds than green paper
We threaten your aristocratic rule
So you hate us, and tell others to hate us
We act like the ultimate patriots
We vote with more than the stroke of a pen
Or the punch of a hole, or whatever the hell you do
We vote with our bodies and our minds
Without us, nukes would end you all
You beat us with the Bible Belt
The Belt of hypocrisy
You make us wear a scarlet L on our breasts
We do nothing wrong
You, the killers, the close-minded scum
Have done the sinning
You force your puritanical bullshit on us
But we find solace
In the holiness of the ‘gasm
In the holiness of psychedelic dreams
In the holiness of the moment
In the holiness of ourselves
-Washington D.C., fall, 2005



Scars Publications


Copyright of written pieces remain with the author, who has allowed it to be shown through Scars Publications and Design.Web site © Scars Publications and Design. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission from the author.




Problems with this page? Then deal with it...