How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
And how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
She screamed soundlessly, recoiling repeatedly in pain, thrashing about in a desperate attempt to escape the instruments destined to crush her skull, extinguish her life and strip her from her mother’s womb. Read the rest of this entry »