[Vision2020] Amnesty, Shmamnesty !

[Moscow Cares]

Courtesy of Keely Emerine-Mix, a good friend and one of the original Intoleristas.
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"Amnesty, Oh Amnest"
Intro and song written and presented by Keely Emerine-Mix

I've written a song about the Amnesty International decision to officially back the "right" of men to purchase sex -- to rape for money -- prostituted women. They say you remember things better through music; whether this is true or not, we who know the truth can never forget. This is a puny effort on my part; the point isn't to show how clever I am or how insomnia brings out the wordsmith in me. I'm not the point. But, to my friends and sisters who are being prostituted and to those who've escaped, know that I will fight for you in any way I can. 
This is necessarily graphic, for which I make no apologies. If you're offended by the lyrics, ask yourself if the world's premier human rights organization's approval of the prostitution of women and children offends you more. I pray it does.
If you like it, please share, with attribution.

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"Amnesty, Oh Amnest"
Words by Keely Emerine-Mix

(To the tune of "Oh, Christmas Tree, Oh, Christmas Tree")

CHORUS: Oh, Amnesty, Oh, Amnesty 
You have denied our humanity
Oh, Amnesty, you nobles, you
Allies of the rejected who
Have found their voice through your good deeds
"A Forward Move," the headline reads
But now you call commercial rape
A market thing that men should ape
You've hit us hard, you've cut us loose
Your hero's cape becomes our noose
CHORUS
Amnesty says it's all the market
"Agency," "choice," but who's the target?
Pimps are boss, the man is buyer
A market niche to "raise us higher."
The woman poor, the child abandoned
No food in sight, nor none imagined
But "sex work" pays in sucking cocks
While liberals beam, opportunity knocks
CHORUS
So agency comes with consent like magic
With greasy cash, regardless how tragic
They rape a woman and pay her well
Penetrating, adding, to her personal hell.
A punter, pimp, a rapist still
Loitering 'neath the windowsill
Make-up covers grief unseen
"Hey, this one can't be seventeen!"
CHORUS
Denim jeans and big cigars
Cheerios and cool guitars
New carpet and for Mom some pearls
Then you get hard and buy some girls
You fuck 'em hard and leave them raw
It matters not whoever saw
She took your bills and heaved a sigh
A tear spilled from her blackened eye
CHORUS
"Why do all these women bitch?
You gave her cash, she scratched your itch
And if she needed knocking 'round,
Hell, you deal with what you found."
CHORUS
Your filthy lust, it kills our sisters
Earnest lips speak lying whispers
Of promises of Good, Just, and Right,
while children perish from your sight
How could you see, in buildings tall?
Erect with power, they'll never fall
The men up there will "lend a hand"
Just not to restrain a violent man
CHORUS
But Amnesty, you will repent
when the voice of sisters brings your lament
We are Women, we fight for ours
and with our strength demolish towers
Millennia of the deaths of our mothers
by those who promised they were our brothers
has honed us sharp in all travail,
and the strength of Women will prevail
CHORUS
We will fight you 'til the veil is torn
With a shout of strength that's Heaven-borne
Their silenced voices fill our cry
At your feet we'll lay those who die
CHORUS: Oh, Amnesty, Oh, Amnesty,
We'll take back our own humanity."

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Rock on, Keely!

Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .

"Moscow Cares"
http://www.MoscowCares.com
  
Tom Hansen
Moscow, Idaho
  
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