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A War Story
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A War Story |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
This war story, Bush started with an attack in Iraq. Not a war on horseback but one with rolling tanks Missiles defending every flank. The president didn’t care Army issue, Nike foot-prints in the sand there. Gangland attacks on our own soil. Yet we attack the foreign wasteland to supply our own oil Soldiers crying for they're moms. lights flash from the dropping bombs A maelstrom of turbulence and lost psalms While our people sit at home and watch sitcoms "Operation Iraqi Freedom" Do you think the Muslim's care? While watching the movement of an army in denim trying to burn the kingdom. God takes and god gives, yet we can’t ask the motives. Captives locked in Guantanamo Bay. Why do we lock up innocent people? Why they there? An ocean of sands, bodies left burning bare Still haven't seen a weapon of mass destruction This Coalition resembles the crusades. No swords no shields, Mini-guns spraying mini-mines lying spreading the crimson sands, we are in it to win it. Admit it, Generals get credit for being the culprit Transmit orders given by half-wits. If the moonlit, fire chaos from a cockpit till a nation submits to the western rule and commit to our ideas. Screams emit for a Jihad. G.I's...Can we really blame them? Picture the White-House black, in rubble like NY on Sept eleventh. Picture the billionth dropping of bombs. Flags burning, Children crying next to a parent left dying. Hospitals over crowded, people turned away, Midday, for every soldier dead, we lose 10 civilians. Midway through the siege, propaganda telling us to obey No highways, no roadways, the sky full of smoke, no sunlight chemical weapons, human rights abuses, pillaged villages, North Americans facing extinction, spending days dodging traps and the death camps, Obama captured, facing execution. Our women taken and misused, Our food poisoned. No buildings left. Sand filling the streets. wild animals roaming. no people. no voices, no kids playing. Humanity a second thought no one surviving the onslaught A world left dead spinning through the void of space. 1000 years from now the next race won’t know anything about our legacy. About how bravely we fought how bravely we cried How bravely we died... - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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greytree Junior Member
since 2009-02-24
Posts 45Wales |
Well worded Def. It's easy to sling vicious words about the horrible mess that exists, but credit where credit's due. You cant blame a soldier from taking orders. In such an ugly time, beauty is the real protest |
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pandabear Junior Member
since 2009-03-08
Posts 36 |
wow that was really good and well worded  2 thumbs up -kara |
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Ethernaut Junior Member
since 2009-04-07
Posts 31NT, Australia |
Lovely Well worded and with a really nice jarring rhythm. I could see it put to music (reminds me of Darkside by Kev Carmody) or at least that's how I read it. Beauty can be found in all places, even within the darkness of the soul. |
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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. |
I like this. Good work. Please visit my wifes forum. It would mean a lot to her. Thanks http://bride.hyperboards.com/index.php Rick Delmonico |
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