If he can’t have it
No one can
The earth
Is not controlled by man
If he can’t have it
He’ll light the fuse
Reduce it all
To bones and blues
If he can’t have it
How does it feel
To lose
What he can’t have
Or steal
If he can’t
Even steal it
Without being seen
He’ll rob and parole it
Fence it up
Fence it in
Blanket over it
Lay a chemical
Blanket over it
White as ash
Bayonet and bullet it
Hunt it down
And kill it
Then lets see
If you want
To fight over it
It would suit him
Too
If there was
Nothing left
Of man or beast
It would make it
Less worth while
To die for it
And maybe
He wouldn’t die too
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