hear

I crash the course with broken sails,
big rigs harpoons impale the whales,
robinhood brags and drinks his ale,
at least his conceit has not veil.
like peter pan he's cocky,

The wolf moved in to make his kill,
the duck defended with his bill,
after bravery he laid hurt and still,
but from a distance near the mill,
a horse and a jockey,

Like heroes they rode in quick,
they gave they hungry wolf a kick,
the duck waddled off his wounds to lick,
the man was feeling pretty slick,
then used the walkie-talky,

well it was bound to impress some women folk,
he thought as he ruffled up his cloak,
and of his compassionate efforts he spoke,
but in the horses heart was rising smoke,
cause the man made his life so rocky,

everyday he walked polluted towns,
because the vain hero had to be carried around,
and with time the horse hated triumphant sound,
cause his strong head was still forced toward the ground,
by those who spoke of freedom,

a world full of good people like you and me,
smile with glee, when we plant a tree,
meanwhile people die of infirmities,
we send opinions, promises, sympathies,
then hug ourselves and forget what they're needing,

but what if robin hood never moved on,
and peter pan didn't fly towards dawn,
and towards the duck, the man's eyes weren't drawn,
what if we were so afraid our methods were wrong,
we stopped every form of freedom,

would widows have anything to cook in their pails,
would pirates never get a tear in there sails,
would the duck end up loosing more than his tail,
would our hesitation let self indulgence prevail,
where is all this leading?

it's leading to robin speaking nice,
to peter pan's crow thinking twice,
to the man lifting up his horses eyes,
to us giving our hearts along with rice,
and stop all indirect beating,

Now I suppose, this might happen one step at a time,
or you might give your whole life, like you've lost your mind,
but those who are lost, are the ones Jesus can find,
So go sit with somebody in a refugee line,
and have a respectful meeting,

and you may hear,
finally clear,
if you put spit, in your ear,
the love you both need.