They're trying to make a war
This we can fight by drawing some more
Write what we see, paint pictures, plant seeds
Of change in fertile minds
They've never seen a war of this kind
How do we treat this angry child?
Who hates his sisters who wants them blind
Confined, tied to his side
Who'd keep this world in a state of perpetual rewind
Time to unbind his imprisoned cognitions
Time to rearrange the conditions
Question our missions
Because while this gun show rages on with a pace
Each soldier that's taken down is replaced
By an angrier face
Intent on avenging his race
Making his case on the horrors his people have faced
He doesn't die, he multiplies
And you can stop the drip but can't stem the tide
And you hide behind war as a means to provide
Protection for those on your side
To make your death planes bona fide
Find a revolution of mind
Each sign each symbol aligned
A revolution of mind
But what use is your might
Against a patron whose life means less to him than the fight,
Who has misdirected his sights at me
Je suis Charlie
A soldier of the pen
A microphone sniper, deadly with a lens
Hell bent on finding friends
Seeking out communicative minds is my end
Success depends on the angles I blend
And which truth I can lend my imperfect eye to
Yes I might come gunning for you
If your doctrine is toxic
I might take a tour of the topic
Explore your myopic concoctions of logic
Feel free to read the script and add
Pick up your own sketch pad
Please don't think that I'm mad
It's saying and doing nothing that's sad
It's the apathy, the watching it all on tv
Our lead in the pipes that drove the Romans mad
Find a revolution of mind
Each sign each symbol aligned
A revolution of mind
So I write it all out here
But let's be clear
Undiluted freedom is the aim
Though I know it's a long game
How can one be free while another lives in pain
Caught in the chains made by a richer man's gain
Or a righteous man's claims over his gods domain
This world is in need of a change
But building more guns is just more of the same
From masters of war, whose art form is blame
Who would convince us were insane
For our calls to abstain
Who sip their champagne on the gravy train
Of their lucrative contract for a military campaign
Time for a war on the page
Time to engage, not adhere
You might think it queer
But my verse is a spear
That can cut through your spiel
And I can defend and upend your attack
With the words I have penned
Or the lens in my backpack
Or the spray paint, or the microphone
And I'm not alone
There's a legion of me
Preaching peace
Looking for open minds to reach
Building cohesive communities
Resilient to your deadly deceit
Find a revolution of mind
Each sign each symbol aligned
A revolution of mind
Seeing where once we were blind
A future worth getting behind
Or just mankind's next attempt at suicide?
You decide
Where do we apply our skills and supplies
Because I'm inclined to side
With the words and the rhymes
The symbols the signs
The portraits of the times
Combined and aligned
In an urgently required
Revolution of mind