Black Swan Event? Looks Like September Will Be An Eye-Opener!! ~ September 5, 2023

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1. “Word Game”

   Would you knock a man down
   If you don’t like the cut of his clothes
   Could you put a man away
   If you don’t want to hear what he knows
   Well, it’s happening right here
   People dying of fear by the droves

   And I know most of you
   Either don’t believe it’s true
   Or else you don’t know what to do
   Or maybe I’m singing about you
   Who knows

   It’s incredibly sick, you can feel it
   As across the land it flows
   Prejudice is slick when it’s a word game
   It festers and grows
   Move along quick, it furthers one
   To have somewhere to go

   You can feel it as it’s rumblin’
   Let emotions keep a tumblin’
   Then as cities start to crumblin’
   Mostly empty bellies grumblin’
   Here we go

   People see somebody different
   Fear is the first reaction shown
   Then they think they’ve got him licked
   The barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow
   A human spirit is devoured
   The remains left to carrion crow

   I was told that life is change
   And yet history remains
   Does it always stay the same
   Do we shrug it off and say
   Only God knows

   By and by somebody usually goes
   Down to the ghetto try and help
   But they don’t know why folks treat them cold
   And the rich keep getting richer
   And the rest of us just keep getting old

   You see one must have a mission
   In order to be a good Christian
   If you don’t you will be missing
   High Mass or the evening show

   And the well fed masters reap the harvests
   Of the polluted seeds they’ve sown
   Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe
   And you can’t prove them wrong
   They’re so God damn sure they know

   I have seen these things with my very own eyes
   And defended my battered soul
   It must be too tough to die
   American propaganda, South African lies
   Will not force me to take up arms, that’s my enemies’ pride

   And I won’t fight by his rules that’s foolishness besides
   His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody’s gonna cry
   Because his children they are growing up
   And plainly tired of putting up
   With bigots and their silver cups they’re fed up
   They might throw up on you

   Alright, ooh

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   Lyrics by Stephen Stills
   Word Games …circa …1971

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   1. Love this! Thank you!! 😊🌹💕

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