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Fat Men and Guns

In my country, Artists starve
Fat men point guns
and artists starve

Old men send young men
to fight and die
fight and die for gasoline
while artists starve on city streets
while artists do not own cars that use
gasoline

Young men do not know the evils
they do in other lands
for they have been made to believe
in guns
and in tanks
and in bombs that kill kids

they believe in bombs that kill kids
and in mines that sleep in fields
waiting for farmers
not in artists who sleep on the streets
of St. Petersburg, Florida

Gas for cars, bullets for people
food for soldiers, starvation for artists
And old, fat men point the guns.

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