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.

The people who carried the burden, who marked in strange field in search of an answer, and ended their journeys an unwilling hero.

Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.

The only way to Cuba is with the CIA.

In the town of Bethlehem many years ago, a man got religion and he changed the status quo.

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

The truest protest is beauty.