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Five fingers come together to create a fist,
now raise it high into the sky and let em know that you're pissed!
I'm here to show em that we're not gonna take it anymore,
we don't need any guns to stop this twisted ass war!

Oh no G.I. Joe don't go, let em know,
you won't pay what they owe, he's your bro, not your foe!
Throw your piece down, on the ground,
and take a look around.

In...
Out...
Up..
Down..

Black and White,
Wrong or Right?
Truth defies the Lies,
Darkness in the Light.

Together or Apart?
Ignorant or Smart?
Arrive then Depart,
to Finish what you Start.

Live till you Die,
Crawl before you Fly.
Laugh until you Cry,
a Smile or a Sigh...

One or None,
Old and Young.

To Rise and to Fall,
Assemble then Dissolve.

Yes, No,
To and Fro.

Veteran Matthis Chiroux of the "Hempstead 15" recounts his experience

Wednesday, Oct. 15th, 2008, members of Iraq Veterans Against the War and supporters gathered near the Hempstead, N.Y., train station to march on the final presidential debate at Hofstra University.

I shed a tear for soldiers,
sacrificed to suffer the endless pain of war.
I shed a tear for terrorists,
driven to the edge by merciless blood and gore.

I shed a tear for mothers,
who would die to protect their young.
I shed a tear for fathers,
ready to kill to avenge their sons.

I shed a tear for children,
waking up to sounds of screaming gunfire.
I shed a tear for babies,

Dedicated to Charlie Company 1-178 Infantry Unit as they leave for Afghanistan without me, because I have made the choice to become a conscientious objector and resist this military machine. Be safe my brothers, I'll be here for you when you return. My Love goes with you to guide you home again.

I saw the tears in your eyes
as your said your goodbyes
to wives and mothers,

I would like to tell you about my friend, inspiration, and hero Tomas Young www.bodyofwar.com

I'm not your plastic army man,
I'm not your toy to play with in the sand.
You don't own me or my soul,
I've broken free to grow and be whole.
I'm not your government issue been abused,
or a broken weapon to be misused.

I am my own man and I don't need your game,
this lion's still got teeth and he will not be tamed.

Take your bullets and your guns, I don't need em to feel safe,

The Medicine. Ayahuasca. The Vine of Souls. Grandmother. The ceremony begins as we pay our respects to every direction, Mother Earth and Father Sun. Then we each draw an Angelynx card and I pick the first card, Words. I meditate on Writing and righting the wrongs, what I feel I am here to do. We smoke tobacco and set our Intentions, Let Go. Hayayeh!

I Love,
Every day, every way, till I almost burst at the seams,
My love cannot be contained even by my wildest dreams.
I Cry,
When I'm happy, sad, and when I feel like I can't take it anymore,
These tears that fall from my eyes I cannot ignore.
I See,
All my concerns, doubts, and everything that holds me back,
I know now its not something that I personally lack.
I Feel,