An antiwar song for the all the pundits, politicians and the knuckleheads in the mis-named ANTIFA.

Its What Comes Out Of Yer Mouth

A song about the double cross and double edge of the obsession with cel phones these days.
Loneliness: a complex and usually unpleasant emotional response to isolation.Loneliness typically includes anxious feelings about a lack of connection or communication with other beings, both in the present and extending into the future.
A Happiness of Loneliness 
People are addicted to handheld screens
All the News needed in one liner memes
Communicating in acronyms 
Smiling at seeing clicks of praise
In little screens we overgraze
Eyes rarely ever look up`
The program designed to corrupt		
We barely talk or look each other in the eye
Thumb type and walk pay no mind to lines in the skies
At the alter of electro-techno worship of little screens
A happiness of loneliness in a plasma soaked rain
Anxiety over battery drain - addiction to phone
Here comes a chip in the brain through the head bone
Freedom to think sadly left to its own
And into those screens our energy fades
History and truth become knowledge forbade
At the alter of electro-techno worship of little screens	
A happiness of loneliness in a plasma soaked rain

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A Happiness of Loneliness

Turtle Island is what natives called North America
Lies and deceit ripped ‘em right off of her
Newcomer deceivers erased 1000’s of tongues nations
And fenced the rest onto Indian Reservations
Up is down – Left is right - Good is evil – Weakness is might
Yes means no – Maybe not - Means most definitely
Treacherous objectives every native’s treaty
I have native-blood in my veins 
I have Celtic and Euro-blood in my veins
Because of what ancestors did – We are all shamed 
But don’t look at my skin and apply blame
Up is down – Left is right - Good is evil – Weakness is might
Yes means no – Maybe not - Means most definitely
Deception, entrapment, & trickery in every native’s treaty
Turtle Island had many different cultures
First befriended then discarded like bones by vultures
In 400 years evolved in a new kind of bigotry
Extermination by Manifest Destiny
Up is down – Left is right - Good is evil – Weakness is might
Yes means no – Maybe not - Means most definitely
Empty words and lies in every native’s treaty
©Gary Pirro 2020

For the Kids

Turtle Island

FOR MY KIDS, AND THOSE OF ALL AGES...

Some rollup in million dollar cars
Others got to pee in a cup
Some get in jams and wind up behind bars
But never give up
All you can do is be true to your heart
All you can do is be true to yourself from the start
Lying to yourself provides false confidence
Especially when we’re young
Lying to your self leads to false provenance
Futures could remain unsung
All you can do is be true to your heart
All you can do is be true to yourself from the start
Keep a clear head and an eye on the prize
Steer clear of lower vibrations
Focus on the tries and improvise
Make the most of any situation
All you can do is be true to your heart
All you can do is be true to yourself from the start


©GWPirro 2019

Gavin's Song

The older we get
The closer we are to that finish line
I’m getting closer to it yet
So much to do so little time
I’m ready to meet my maker
But I prefer it be postponed
Some say we are all sinners
And it’s our choices that we own
It takes real power to aim for the stairs to Heaven
And not much at all to take a nose dive to Hell
We’re only human and we all get twenty-seven
That’s twenty-seven chances to choose well
Does knowledge really come with deaths release?
Everyone I know want time on Earth increased
Sooner or later we all bend the knee
To the Gods of Heaven or those of Hades
Life round here can feel like quicksand sinking
Our choices matter we all best do some thinking
Everybody needs some inner peace, or do they?
It takes real power to aim for the stairs to Heaven
And not much at all to take a nose dive to Hell
We’re only human and we all get twenty-seven
That’s twenty-seven chances to choose well

©Gary Pirro 2020

Twenty Seven

I’m just a lone pedantic 
That is nearly driven frantic
By the mercenary antics of today
Stoking ancient bickers 
They giggle in whispers 
MAN into Machine - they swear the way 
Scamming the world with vanity	
The fires they’re igniting 
Enjoying all the fighting
There accounts get more exciting everyday 
The gullible are patsies for this new breed of Nazis
The plan to rid the world of everybody to increase profitability 
Hyper wealthy snobs  	
Meeting behind locked knobs
Viewing it all as chores   
Planning all for nothing wars
The well heeled turn their cheeks
Stepping over people on the streets-globalist
Looking down on all the masses
With fancy drinks and glasses 
In high towers of glass and steel
And steal they do with ritualistic appeal
They are all so full of themselves and gas
To beat ‘em everybody’s got to grow some balls of brass
And they can all kiss our collective massive ass.

©Gary Pirro 2020

GOT TO STOP THEM - 9:7:20, 8.47 PM

THIS WAS THE USA
WHERE WE WAS FREE
THIS IS THE USA
THEY COME FROM EVERYWHERE TO STAY
YOU WERE FREE TO BE A MORON
FREE TO BE REAL SMART
FREE TO DIE TRYING WHILE MAKING YOUR ART
FREE TO LOOK FOR ANSWERS
FREE TO ASK AROUND
FREE TO MEET SOMEBODY
FREE TO SETTLE DOWN
FREE TO GO IN BUSINESS AND WORK REAL HARD
FREE TO MAKE DECISIONS ‘BOUT YOUR OWN BACKYARD
FREE TO GO ON OUT- WHEN ITS AFTER DARK
FREE TO BE A CLOWN HANGING OUT IN A PARK
FREE TO MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF
AND MAKE YOUR MARK
THIS IS THE USA
THEY COME FROM EVERYWHERE TO STAY
THIS WAS THE USA
WHERE WE WAS FREE

©GARY PIRRO 2020

This Was The U.S.A.

I saw a line of shopping carts lined up down a block with bags of bottles and cans piled high on each at 6 am one morning, all waiting for the shop to open. I wrote this, because of that...

TheRewindButtonsBroken - 7:25:20, 8.26 PM

An anthem for those who wish to preserve the Constitution of the United States

Bad Plan

Two sides of a story seen very differently
Everyone I know cares for there family
Suppression of free thought, and Liberty 
 
It’s a total reality crisis in the 21st century
Science is politicized
We are getting mentally circumcised
Nobody died of the flu in over a year

Only so much people pay attention to
Wonks on TV saying what to think and do
Everybody’s up in arms, lot’s of you verses me 

It’s a total reality crisis in the 21st century
Science is politicized
We are getting mentally circumcised
Nobody died of the flu in over a year 
 
This isn’t a future nobody could foresee
Locked in our homes getting brainwashed by TV
Big plans transform the world into a penitentiary

It’s a total reality crisis in the 21st Century	
Science is politicized
We are getting mentally circumcised
And nobody died of the flu in over a year 
 
It’s a total reality crisis in the 21st Century

©2021 GWPIRRO