Man Without A Country Poem by Sven Rhoads

I stand at the crossroad where the lines are drawn
Gasoline is burning at the break of dawn
It no longer matters who is right or wrong
I want no part of the virus called stupidity
I need no flag or religious creed
To be the ones who speak for me
My global masterpiece isn't black and white
The canvas of sight shows variety

The thoughts and beliefs are of my own
I'm not the one who's been throwing stones
Simplistic will to stand alone
As a man without a country
Eye for an eye just make us all blind
But some just need a nice foot to find
I guess we all have an axe to grind
Some will build up while others cut them down

Best for me to be stranded on the shore
Of an island called tranquility
The sheep can bleat for the ways of war
I'll be the man without a country
So when you're done depleting your lot
And from loss you have nothing more
Seek clarity, the one thing you forgot
I'll be waiting for you by the shore