No Name Part I

[Guest guest]

the man with no name stands in the middle of the street

surrounded by townsfolk, andalusian guitars are played,

he waits, we wait for the arrival of Faust, (so I mixed

some metaphors, and ran amuck with identities), anyway

the guns in the holsters are readied, they have already

been gleeming and polished for such a day, eh, which side

are you and I on? The naming of names and the stories

we hold dear to our hearts put us right in the middle

of that dusty street, some call it Armageddon, some

call it Apocalypse Now, who will we do battle

with an a futile effort to make the other wrong,

am I the only one who can say the name of God

who is always on 'my' side, the right side and 'you'

are on the wrong side of the tracks,

well, fill in the blanks with any hipocrisy

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now wasn't that easy? Let's make it a little

less difficult and dig two graves, or an eye for an eye

and a tooth for a tooth makes the whole world blind,

said a little brown man from India who felled a whole

nation with simple non-violent acts, or remember Rosa Parks

who was just plain tired, or....or....or...., so remember

if thou wilst hate another for filling in your blanks

take a walk on the wild side, some High Noon,

and if you're tired of seeing Blood on the streets where you live

don't forget to put blanks in your guns, and play it for all it's

worth, the story of Hate and Right and Wrong,

Who is the wo/man with the black or white hat on?

Who is the wo/man with no name,

a faceless someone

you

could would should

hate?

 

 

 

 

 

Peace,

ar