Finesse

Finesse

Finesse

Moral morale is lacking finesse

freedom is not always free as they say

it comes with a government check and who is supposed to benifit

the potters field in flanders field the dead the dead forgotten men of war the real heros are the dead not able to Salute the few who lived remember them with crys of solitude the Honor among the thieves today is lacking finesse they sneak around the snakes the stakes of Mormon the tents of freedom where are the dead heros emulated outcries where is the price of solitude where lies the Hermit where is the unsung Gentleman

in potters field we sing of flowers grown above the gravestone

we sing of power in the giving of the lives we shared our power with the living left our wives and went to Heaven growing flowers on the covered walls of freedom marching in place marking time waiting for deliverance day lacking all finesse we have forgotten how to pray but still we wait for emergences from our fate the end shall come and all finesse abate