I found this somewhere. Let me know what you guys think.

Let's talk about that time
the people needed release
an eagle came to them
with gold rings and white hair
it whispered seductively:

"The times, they're a changin'."

Promise us, they said
return, help, live,
of course, he said
Gam Saan, and beyond;
conquer, how could I not return?

"The times, they're a changin'."

Not gold, only gilded
the eagle returned in sight
but with a hammer,
he spat, and said, "rot

The times, they're a changin'."

Death, but perhaps something sweet
will change a fate;
if only truth were
as frequent as death.
Stoop, stand, faster, s(l)ave.

"The times, they're a changin'."

Let's talk about that time
the red sun shone bright
over the land, like blood
and covered the glimmering boats
with it's flash-dance fanaticism.

"The times, they're a changin'."

More, more, MORE
he is a friend, albeit
indistinguishable
undigestive, irresponsible
praise one, hide another
no red sun to shine on these "traitors."

"The times, they're a changin'."

Let's talk about that time
the little boy stole the woman
and in return they decided
it was up to them, so
they took him, and, magic:
he is invisible.

"The times, they're a changin'."

Give him a disease
that produced a voice
for a pen that
poured ink over their
transparency; to dark? Forget.

"The times, they're a changin'."

Let's talk about that time
the spit flooded the concrete
and still new ones came; but
fire burns more than hate.
Necessity.

"The times, they're a changin'."

Go professional
realize a dream that
your forefathers (not theirs)
envisioned, a future of-
no, only walls that turn
dreams to cement, and
drown you, but keep you here.

"The times, they're a changin'."

Let's talk about the time
the eagles's son wore a
smile
and said opportunity;
stern, still, similar of
lies before.

"The times, they're a changin'."....?

Look at him
Dirty "Jap," wait
the pale one is
misunderstood
perhaps ignorance surpasses
the grave, the cracked
skull and broken legs that
lead to it.

The times are not changing.

Perhaps NOW
Sam, help them.
"No.
They burn, die, like us."
It is apparent that a
wrap is a wrap, no matter
the color or coincidence;
ignorance is.

The times aren't changing.

Let's talk about the time,
after the pot sits
and simmers; perhaps
they will look and
see a reflection
past, present, future.

The times can change.