Protesting the War
F#@k Bush
F#@k the war
They shouted
Bring them home
Old people
Young people
Men women
All protesting
San Francisco streets
Crammed with people
Wanting to end
A useless war
Long grey hair
Old hippies
For peace and love
Holding signs
Sit in the street
Refusing to move
Speakers loudly calling
Their message of peace
Leave Iraq
Stop Killing
I want my son
Home with me
It's time to move
Shout the cops
No one moved
They're staying put
They grab a guy
Drag him away
Then another
And another
One protester resists
A scuffle ensues
Hit with a stick
To get their way
A bloodied face
Held by his hair
Screaming bloody murder
He's dragged away
Slowly they leave
Trash everywhere
Messing up their street
They're here for peace
Cars drive along
Their street again
Until the next time
Until they get peace