something my late brother wrote

flowing on into the blue
looking down on me and you
must have been a lifetime of insanity
and holding on but i cannot see

children are angry
what shall we do
kill some with germ warfare
get others high on 'ludes

lock them in a cage
and give them insanity
many lifetimes later now
no one knows what it means to be free

the pharaohs are in their hiding
and you know they're there
so children living in a dark age
beware

they call me mercenary of rock.