The people must acquire the power
and guard against
return on top with all their guns
and tanks and planes
From guns’ barrels grows all our power.
Our trigger fingers–
If we don’t wield the guns, they will:
they’ll turn things
those bourgeois boots
upon our heads, stomping on us.
We cannot keep the enemy
at bay unarmed.
When they’ve no guns to point at us,
the ballot will
No peace or freedom comes from dreaming.
to change thing-love to people-love.
To end the wars,
The birth of love means death of hate.
The greedy bleed,
For peace, one must prepare for war.
For empty guns,
those wealthy bullets; make them fly
out fast and far.
we’ll fill the void instead with food,
we’ll fill the holes their bullets made,
we’ll fill the gap ‘tween rich and poor,
and glut our hungry heads with school.