Uniforms of indifference

They know not what they do protected by a rule book of indifference
Never come in with your heart to these situations be not human
Kill with a pen or a gun there ain't no difference only time constraints
No one ever challenges your power..you doctor ..you nurse.....you
Pen pusher behined the desk you monkey in a uniform..sorry monkey
How did we all get here anyway slaves of the slaves of the slaves
When were we free to walk to talk to share to sing to speak to dance

SOCIETY

it is all a big fat lie and it gets bigger everyday you allow abuse it
grows into more abuse the addicted only become more so boots
sheets of white paper signed forever decree loss of rights to be be


DREAM

Who Am I

           Simpson
  Simpson - McGowan
  Simpson - Oldfield
  Simpson - Mulholland
  Simpson  - Brown

  Yellow Moon
  Dandelion
  Moves Far Woman
  Buffalo Spirit Woman
  Avatar  Kaur  ( one from God )


 McDonald Clan
 
 

The Hunger Strike

   Hunger for justice forgive them for they knew not what they did
   Northern Ireland the missing part of the puzzle yet to be found
 
   Bobby Sands
   Francis Hughes
   RaymondMcCeesh
   Pasty O Hara
   Joe McDonnell
   Martin Hurson
   Kevin Lynch
   Kieran Doherty
   ThomasMcElwee


  Hungered for justice and freedom  refusing  food day after day
 
  One day Ireland will be Ireland  the blood running in the north will

  water the graves of the old ones and all will come alive and dance

  Laugh and sing to the ancient song of peace  while Mrs Maggie

 burns in the flames of her own hell created from blind ignorance

 My boys you died in glory and to glory to have gone for sure to

Heaven to sit near the father and be comforted in spirit and soul

To be restored and bathed in a deep blue healing crystal now

You gave your lives and it must not have been easy to hunger

 We talked late at late in the spirit it was you Pasty O Hara you

 Came to me thru the broken blue red robin egg on the stone

I met you in the spirit world where I had gone to vision quest

You came in such a gentle spirit you came in slowly and quietly

You said the rest were sleeping having a good long rest at home

We talked I asked about Mariead you said she was back on earth

A six year old girl across the border in the free state  resurrected

By beloved boys my sons my very best sacred hearted heros

Cork City

               It was the place we went after the wedding you and me
               On our motorbike young in love and light in joy we went
               The honey moon the forever vows that were broken later
               To the city of rain everyday till 3pm when sun  came out
               We did not speak their language for we were from the north
                The land of bullets and bombs and you you were from glory
                The land of Michael Collins and Michael O'Dwyer soliders
               
                

You stayed too long in Canada

Yes you stayed to long and now you have forgotten
the passion you once felt in the presence of others
you stayed too long in Canada and have become
as bored as a factory worker after years on the job
the mundane happened slowly creeping all over
the brain and shutting of all the passion centers
now staring at musicians dancers and not feeling
the not feeling the notes rhythm of life has gone

Remember the wind  from the north blowing strong
Remembering the song of all the little birds  songs
The river danced and clouds echoed the night stars
On the bicycle the wind behind made the journey
A pleasure especially down the hills and up again
Days spent wandering the countryside alone in
Nature your best friend where crow and raven called
What is it that is missing in the land so far away
No birds sing here like at home in the old oak trees

Time calls you back again to dance with the fariers
To wake to that cool morning Irish aire to sing again
The songs of ancient peace the songs of glory now
Before you leave the mortal coil to go back go back
To real to home to your own people your own soil
Get away from this land of shopping malls and snacks
This land of dead empty barren boring white folk who
Have forgotten the old ways the old dances the  memory

Warrior Women Sings Her Freedom Song

I have a lightening spirit in my van she sings loud
Her voice carrying the echos of a million others
Her hair wild black and straight up like Mohawk
She is so loud and I have no  medicine sage here

Pure unadulterated powerful magic so so strong
Straight from the mountain she has come baring
The story of her ancestors of her people's lives
She is singing the warrior song of every dead

Battered  tribal human being from turtle island
The Jews have nothing no nothing at all on them
The Irish  have nothing no nothing on them at all
How many 90 million slaughtered  all over here


The ground is soaked  blood of the indigenous
Along with the big awesome beautiful buffalo

She sings her warrior song every morning in jail
The medicine songs she sings to keep her sane
She rattles the doors and the windows of my soul