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WindWalker
Senior Member

since 2001-10-12

Posts 1218

0 posted 2009-03-20 09:30 PM

Dear Miss Liberty

Mourn, mourn!
For the thousands
fleeing from their homes
when the bombs dropped
and death rained from torrid skies;
Mourn, mourn!
For those pulverized in the streets
mixing blood and sand,
steel and plastic –
fusing burning human flesh and glass
in depleted uranium.
~*~*~*~
Becoming one
with all that is: what a simple feat
that children, dogs, mice and blades of grass
can accomplish with ease
when war falls
from the oppressor's lips
and its fire spews from heaven –
did you not hear the monster pray
before he gave the word?
~*~*~*~
Mind dead, heart blind
the power-butchers kill the innocent
claiming it their divine right,
no, more: their sacred duty.
It's a matter of interpretation
(not to be confused
with questions of morality
or basic human decency):
~*~*~*~
Did not a Master once say
the kingdom of heaven
belongs to little children?
There you have it: kill them now
while they remain children
and give them back to God –
kills two birds with one smart bomb:
gets them out of the way
so they don't grow up to be rebels
against the invader –
sorry, against the Chosen Ones.
~*~*~*~
If this seems an oxymoron –
what's your take on it?
Where were you
when prayers aimed at heaven
rained back down as cluster bombs?
~*~*~*~
“Now, Miss Liberty,
How do you wish to pay for those bombs?
American Express?
Of course: thank you.
A pleasure doing business!”
(smile!)

Robert E. Jordan
Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-25

Posts 8541
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

1 posted 2009-03-21 12:02 PM

Yo WindWalker,

Miss Liberty always takes care of her own children, as efficiently as possible.

Perhaps if she was married, she’d be nicer.
My country, right or wrong.

Bobby--S. O. B.

TheAnonDavid
Member

since 2008-08-28

Posts 237
UK

2 posted 2009-03-21 12:35 PM

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door"

Once upun a time this was the dream ... It is time to remind Miss Liberty, WindWalker

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

3 posted 2009-03-21 05:23 PM

"Mind dead, heart blind
the power-butchers kill the innocent"

~ Gut-wrenching!

"Now, Miss Liberty,
How do you wish to pay for those bombs?
American Express?"

~ Wryly witty closing to a powerful poem!

Love, Peace, & Harmony,
EA

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