War on terror?
Whispered voices call shadows from shallow places,
reeking stench of a thousand fettered heaps hum in the wind,
broken voices sing in chorus calling for peace,
deaf ears turn in mumbled silence to a indignant state,
How many times will we be ignored,
our sons and daughters trained for slaughter,
soaked in black gore spewed from an unyielding desert,
sand blasted as they fight for a government that does not care,
Politics and business demand there pound of flesh,
corrupting our world for greed,
gold and favours pass in darkness,
over the mouldering corpses of a dead generation,
as there souls lay twisted in the wreckage of a rich mans wallet.
hope you enjoy my work.
6 comments:
What brought on this melancholy state?
the news that yet more "child" soldiers are getting slaughtered in Afghanistan
kinda bums me out
:( //hug and muffins
thank you.
it was good right? the poem that is...
I'd be lieing if I said I could stand to read any poetry.
I'm not the one to ask. As soon as I see poetry my eyes burn and bleed.
amazing..
x
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