moving a mountain with tweasers

 
 
tell me of hope and  
i will show you  
failure  
 
try to sing me a hymn of  
God and the battle  
drums will
sound
 
love is a grain of sugar  
stuck in the small
intestines
of an  
ant
 
the 60's tried to march
for peace and was
trampled  
down
 
the 70's was a sleep-
walk through disco
and powder blue
liesure
suits
 
the 80's were an insane  
cocaine fueled  
Madison Ave
orgy
 
the 90's tried to repeat
the 60's without the
sencerity
 
the 2000's have been
an out and out
bloodbath
 
history does  
not repeat
itself
 
it simply commits a
quiet suicide for
its disdain  
over the
past...
 
bringing a lasting peace  
to this world is akin to  
moving Mt. Everest
with a pair of
tweaser's