I played my broken ten guitars
Underneath
A dark cobweb star
Still hoping all will see a thousand stars
High up in a trees crow nest
Underneath
Clouds that promise thunder
I played my broken ten guitars
Underneath
A dark cobweb star
Still hoping all will see a thousand stars
He was born with arms made for hugging
But he exchanged them for cold metal arms
Then he went out mad to do some slugging
And the world sore how hate speech harms
When the guns reported back
Hate hate hate hate
When the guns reported back
Hate hate hate hate
and children’s bodies piled up high
and children’s bodies piled up high
The bullets lead with no loving questions
to fifty children they gave the kiss of death
Don’t blame us for this one man’s aggressions
Say politicians with the same foul breath
As the guns reporting back
Hate hate hate hate
as the guns reporting back
Hate hate hate hate
while children’s bodies pile up high
while children’s bodies pile up high
I still play my broken ten guitars
Underneath
A dark cobweb star
Still hoping all will see a thousand stars
High up in a trees crows nest
Underneath
Clouds that promise thunder
I still play my ten broken guitars
Still hoping all will see a thousand stars
©bg 2019
hey folks the ten guitars lyrics by Engelbert Humperdinck that i refer to in my poem are highlighted in green.
resurrecting the trashcan bard 