And if there's any hope for America, it lies in a revolution, and if there's any hope for a revolution in America, it lies in getting Elvis Presley to become Che Guevara.

Call it peace or call it treason / call it love or call it reason / but I ain't marching anymore

It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.

In the state of Mississippi, Many Years Ago, a boy of 14 years got a taste of Southern law.

Does defending liberalism leave you friendless and perhaps wondering about your breath?

Evil is done in hopes that evil surrenders, but the deeds of the devil are burned too deep in the embers, and world of hunger in vengeance will always remember.

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.