New Orleans
Copyright 2006 R. Gunter

Washington, Oh Washington are you listening
When will you end this misguided war and rebuild New Orleans
Late in the night I awoke, as if in a dream
America brought down New Orleans


Washington, Oh Washington are you listening
When will you end this misguided war and rebuild New Orleans
Late in the night I awoke, as if in a dream
America brought down Washington
To rebuild New Orleans

The people that have made you great, are in a terrible need
Come down from your ivory tower and roll up your sleeve
Ask the Democrats and Republications are you truly brave and free
Won't you bring down Washington and rebuild New Orleans

You have abandoned us with only one hope,
you'll brings the Boy's back home
Tell them that our land is gone
That's something worth fighting for

Washington, Oh Washington are you listening
When will you end this misguided war and rebuild New Orleans



Washington, Oh Washington are you listening
The people that have made you great are in a terrible need
Late last night I awoke, as if in a dream
America brought down Washington
To rebuild New Orleans

America brought down Washington
To rebuild New Orleans

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IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

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What Have They Done? (September ,11th. 2001)

Woke up this morning by the dawn’s early light.
Never really knowing it would all change by tonight.
September, 11 th. 2001
My God, What have they done?

Out of the blue, the red and white.
Our loved ones fell, they gave their lives.
They tried to warn us, protect the ones they love.
My God, What have they done?

The stars have fallen, the day is changed.
From this moment forward nothing is the same.
Looked out my window, the skyline is gone.
My God, What have they done?

The coward who did this, never spoke once.
Never came forward, claim what he’d done.
He don’t have a reason - Hatred never does.
My God, What have they done?

Liberty stands, rubble and ash.
And all of those men trying to bring just one back.
They our are hero’s, every single one.
My God, What have they done?

They gave their lives to save the ones we love.

My God, What have they done?

Woke up this morning by the dawn’s early light.


A song of mourning and tribute to the innocent lives lost and the heroic efforts of the first responders during the course of that fateful day.


(c) 2001 Rob Gunter

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Myanmar

Life is full of suffering
Myanmar, Myanmar

As we marched we held our begging bowls overturned
Myanmar, Myanmar

The tear gas above the monasteries are your offering
Myanmar, Myanmar

If you fear death, then die now!
Dying once, you will not die again.
The Lotus blossoms, they are flowering
Their petals do not fall in vain.

Fall from grace with grace unto grace
Myanmar, Myanmar

Freedom has no equal, Love no enemies
Myanmar, Myanmar

You may kill the Buddha, yet the truth remains.
We are changed, now you must change.
The Lotus blossoms they are flowering
Their petals do not fall in vain.

Myanmar, Myanmar
Myanmar, Myanmar
Myanmar

R. Gunter (c) 2007

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