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machiner Member
since 2003-03-13
Posts 67MA, US |
slicing open the thick plastic of my MRE, with the crooked instrument of death I was issued, swallows up precious time alloted me. sewing ripped GI tissue with 30 silk pity's me death's power medics seldom feel. after a while, looking up, I see enemies wavering, crying, splattering missing their babies and wondering who really rules them, if their Mama's miss them; will their papa's be proud of them? My God, he looked right at me. He looked right into my eyes. I witness politicians and generals in clean shirts allieviate a father's worry with grandios lies, smiling as they are buzzed by flies swarming around the bodies at their feet. the exceptable level of casualties. my commrades are 18 year old boys, still suckling, now - dead from their hearts exploding, torn up by claymores and missles that put food on our plates, made at the assembly line in town, that pays the rent... kissing their girls as the lights go out promising their siblings to return, all of their memories in a bag. Black, body type, zipped and sealed. my comrades, and enemies alike form the hill of success- the pinnacle of manhood, with their lifeless bodies, currency, barter, that leaders climb on their way to hell. machiner |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Machiner, very powerful and graphic, " who really rules them ". Good luck!! mysticpoe |
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Musicmaker1969 
since 2000-06-25
Posts 589Peterborough, Ontario Canada |
This is a very powerful poem. Very timely considering where the USA is at right now. Jesus lives in my heart! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
This poem carries even more weight at times like these. Peace, Love & Light, EA |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Well spoken. Joyce |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssssss) All I can say is that if our leaders want war so badly, why aren't they out on the battlefield commanding the infantry? (sad sigh) It sickens me to hear of the news always talking about the Americans dying down there, but never mentioning the thousands of civilians killed down there also! (sad sigh) I keep praying for the world, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very intense |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
First poem about war that seems like it has a little more heart than political debate. Or..maybe a little of both. Either way I, I enjoyed reading it. You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
checking to see if I voted You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Good write - thank you. |
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machiner Member
since 2003-03-13
Posts 67MA, US |
Thank you for reading my poetry. I remember being very young having a conversation with an old retired military officer. He was unhappy with his life;decisions he made, orders he followed...joy he missed out on. Deaths he caused. One of my earliest earth shattering thoughts was when I was 4(ish) and neighbors and relatives were returning from Vietnam...I thought...great, just great, I was born to become a killer. Born to become a "man" Peace to you. And your children. Everyone. machiner |
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