Brown Eyed Man (Poem)

They took my friend.

They cuffed his wrists.

They beat him in the van.

He hadn't done a thing

But when they came, he ran.

And they pursued

And they were rude

And he said nothing,

He bit his lip.

If you speak, you'll feel their feet.

But if you don't

you'll still get hit.

What's the matter with you,

my lovely brown eyed man?

I can feel you shaking

when I take you by the hand.

Tell me. What's the matter,

my lovely brown eyed man?

How come I can feel you shaking

when I take you by thе hand?

They want me bad, now bad I'll be.

Thеy keep me poor

they make me sick

They feed me with desires for

things that I don't need that stick

their needles in my arms.

Expensive things I can't afford.

They show me rooms furnished with gold

and then they close the doors.

What's the matter with you,

my lovely brown eyed man?

I can feel you shaking

when I take you by the hand.

Please tell me,

what's the matter

my lovely brown eyed man?

I'm a child of the gimme-more nation.

When they want something,

they launch an occupation.

They plunder and pillage

and they say that they're saving.

They're bombing and maiming.

They're taking and taking.

But they lock me up,

and they paint me a demon

for trying to feed

my screaming children.

While they're killing for money

and they're crippling countries

and they're doing it all

beneath a flag saying

Freedom.

Now, what's the matter with you?

You're lying if you think

that my pain isn't your pain,

'cause when I'm hit you flinch.

What's the matter with you,

my lovely brown eyed man?

how come I can feel you shaking

when I take you by the hand?