I turned my other cheek, one day a pilgrim slapped my face
He's rejecting love, but I accept him in your place
My other cheek already broken all because of you
movin' down a lonely road among the chosen few

We do our homage secretly, the left hand from the right
are separate in our pockets empty faded from the light
And you are preachin' like the wind in many of our tongues
You know what we've been thinkin' 'fore it exits from our lungs

I met you in the Spring time when the wars had just begun
You arrayed in ancient when the two of us were young
Stinging bullets flyin' over head, their bombs still scare
Militias, hawks, and doves at work to rule us from the air

Now demon drones move faster
Who the hell knows who or where they are?
God is dead, they're hoping at the Kansas City Star
But, who then is this in us on the ground, dude, Uncle Sam?
Ask it, knock, and seek but at the gate of the I am
unless you are ashamed to occupy a flock of lambs(?)

Yeh, he was on the ground where I was diggin' out a hole
Asked if I could rest a spell, still speakin' to my soul
The dirt is sittin' there right where I put it in the piles
The Spirit blowin' dust away along our second miles..
©2011 Gary Ottoson