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A history of sorts
When James rewrote the bible he knew god would never read it
a history of Jesus and he'd never get to see it
the romans saw a bargain that was sitting on a plate
they wanted to be christians and to form a papal state
the Jews sold them religion as they sat around the table
we're telling you the King of Kings will save you if he's able
George was sitting by the fire twiddling his thumbs
we need to start another war to pay for all the guns
hike up all the taxes in the overseas estates
tell those damn Americans there going to have to wait
send a quick flotilla off to Boston with the notion
the Empire owns America and also owns the Ocean
Lincoln knew America would have to act as one
the southern states don't like us taking candy from their sons
history will prove it and we don't have to be great
we could be united and be called United States
Lee and Grant can sort it out and come to the conclusion
that everyone is equal in the eyes of our brave nation
Adolph read Napolians memoirs in the chancellory
that Frenchman slipped up badly and I'll show them wait and see
Europe should be German and accept our domination
Churchill had another view of his interpretation
Roosevelt and Stalin met and soon issued a statement
if the Nazis want a party we'll provide the entertainment
Hiro Hito took a chance to blow away Hawaii
the rising sun had risen and it had a new age army
Asia had fallen and he had Pacific plans
Mcarthur knew that he'd be back and would sort out Japan
a little boy he knew had all the fire that he needed
and so an ending to the war soon rapidly proceeded
You never know what time is going to throw up in your face
another war another peace another human race
a point of view is generally just a point of vision
so don't look on this poem with detraction or derision
facts can be confusing when you hear so many versions
it's just a sort of history a sort of explanation.
Charles M. Moore
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Annie
Annie wid ye walk wi me
an let me haud yer haun
sic fair a haun a ken wid brek
mans hert ye understaun
an we could walk doon
through the glen tae Arrochar the day
me watching lochside watters lap
yir footsteps oan the way
Annie ye sair mak ma hert burst
through ma timid breast
fur I hiv loved ye always
like a man that dies o thirst
ma een has fair been blighted
ony time I looked at you
so much so that ma tears when fallen
mingle wi the dew
Annie hiv ye ever seen
the stars oot oan the moor
in darkened silence they appear
fur you o that I'm sure
if you an they wid ever meet
I'd say withoot a doot
on seeing you am sure that they wid
turn their sparkle oot
Annie yer fair cherry creamed
complexion fulls ma een
the fire, in yer rid hair
maks me think that you'r a dream
fur where could sic sweet beauty
huv been made upoan this earth
the gods in heaven must hiv sighed
when you wur given birth
Annie if we walked an talked
there widnae be anither
fur none could mak ma hert say proud
as us aye being taegither
for a' the suns and moons and stars
or aples in the trees
could tak away the love a hiv
if you wid walk wi me.
Charles M. Moore
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Another girls come along.
When I saw him chatting
In some other girls dreams
How I felt the knife
give a twist in my spleen
Sisterhood doesnt mean a damn thing
When another girl comes along
How I waited, and dated
Hoping hed be the one
How he fed me the lines
That the time was all wrong
And I cant swim
Cause the tide has just gone
Now another girls come along
Now Im left wondering
What Im gonna do
I like shopping
And shes taken my shoes
I feel Ive got the butterfly blues
Since another girls come along.
Charles M. Moore
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Another step to heaven
You wake up and you find the mists pursuing heavens gate
like barley twist they fold with fumes from your last cigarette
you rise as they caress you reaching underneath your skin
another step to heaven from the hell your living in
Lamplights from the street break in like bricks through window panes
another step to heaven watching treetops bend and sway
a heartbeat like a clubbed foot kicking deep inside your chest
persuading the last fumes to leave from your last cigarette
And glory reaches out with hands like grapnels from a gun
your eyes percieve the memories of everything youv'e done
the shadows from the temples cross your path like swords of war
another step to heaven reaches grasping you like straw
The fires of a million eyes tempt Hades to your dance
with flames that tickle prostitution down for some romance
the bells that toll in ricochets declaring from the gloom
that heaven waits to greet you and another step comes soon
With barriers of pig iron casting spears you make your way
the songs of perceverance crumble at the cross they make
the weight of souls upon you drags your feet across the earth
like the scraping of the stub you had from your last cigarette
The toil you endured upon the path you had to take
brings fear of restitution as your mind cuts through the wake
your body bends and bares the scars the gorse of time has claimed
as you reach the door to heaven and you're asked to give your name.
Charles M. Moore
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