We the People # 33

29"x23", Mixed Media on paper, 2010-2020

"Come you masters of war / You that build all the guns / You that build the death planes / You that build all the bombs / You that hide behind walls / You that hide behind desks / I just want you to know / I can see through your masks.

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You that never done nothin' / But build to destroy / You play with my world / Like it's your little toy / You put a gun in my hand / And you hide from my eyes / And you turn and run farther / When the fast bullets fly.

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Like Judas of old / You lie and deceive / A world war can be won / You want me to believe / But I see through your eyes / And I see through your brain / Like I see through the water / That runs down my drain.

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Let me ask you one question / Is your money that good / Will it buy you forgiveness / Do you think that it could / I think you will find / When your death takes its toll / All the money you made / Will never buy back your soul."

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Bob Dylan