Peace/Love Rap

Peace/Love Rap

by Robin Shwedo

©: Robin Shwedo, 2014



They’re all sons-of-bitches,

or maybe they’re bastards, who knows which is

the better term for those who hate

and don’t learn about love before it’s too late.

The politicians and too many preachers

act like they’re the only teachers

worthy to be listened to and for us to follow

when all along, their souls are hollow,

left without love that they were brought up with,

so they’ve got nothing good we can say they taught us.

Whether they follow Mohammed, Buddha, or Jesus,

they seem to have forgotten the love from the teachers frees us.

You can’t just talk the talk, you gotta walk the walk,

‘cause if you don’t, when you get caught,

nobody’s gonna want to hear your squawk.

There’s people who need, people in pain,

and if you don’t care, maybe you’re too vain.

Get out of yourself and learn the same

love and peace that the great ones taught us,

who by their blood and sweat went out and bought us.

They paid a price so that their love and peace frees us,

Buddha and Mohammed and our friend Jesus.

And if you forget and just give token speech

and tell us the good life is out of reach

and that only those with money can live a good life,

then be forewarned, we’ll see your strife

when you fall on your face into the trap that you’re setting

when you tell us that rights are only yours for the getting.

We’re all the same people and should have the same rights:

to control our destinies, be safe all nights,

to learn as much as we possibly can

and have acceptance for our fellow man.

And remember, too, that women are the same;

we’re as qualified as men, with a slightly altered name.

Don’t put a woman down for being a woman,

unless you’re a fool. Don’t come to us runnin’

for comfort in bed and for your meals

if you’re too blind to see that we’re alike in how we feel,

how we think and how we are are all the same,

so get over that tired misogyny game.

Race, faith and gender are the same way, too;

God made us the same, whether you choose

to call Him God, Yahweh or Allah,

doesn’t really matter, as long as you holler

that you really want that love and peace that frees us,

from brothers Buddha, Mohammed, Great Spirit, Jesus.

So if you’re gonna talk the talk,

get real and show you can walk the walk.

Learn peace. Learn love.

Learn peace. Learn love.

Live peace. Live love.

Live peace. Live love.

Teach peace. Teach love.

Be peace. Be love.

The end.



From a new (growing) collection tentatively titled Working Class Poems.