The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Empty minds filled with pride
Empty minds filled with pride
by
M A Heathcote
Empty minds filled with pride
Naked to a suit
Blown without a cause
See their body’s falling
In a blood scared land of fear
Hear them call, hear them calling
Who’s the master of my fate?
And why do I wait_
And why do I want_
And why do I wait...
And why do I want to die_
Oh bring me a white flag
To wash the blood from my face
And bring me a virgin
Of saving grace
And let love be the price
I said let love be the price
Oh let love be the price for peace_
But their body’s keep-on-falling
Like wheat to the ground
But those seeds will never sow
Those seeds will never grow
Life it’s what you make it
So don’t go breaking
Your dreams of love
Your dreams of love (humming here!)