I never claim to be a good writer, and passion cannot make up for talent, nonetheless, I do write. Be it bad or good, I don't know.
This poem comes from listening to the news, again and again. I know I'm not the only one with these emotions and I'm thankful I'm not. So maybe at some point I ought to turn off NPR on my morning commute and listen to more George Winston.
I’m sick of all you warmongers
Sending brothers, moms, dads and sisters
Cousins, sons, daughters and spouses
Into harm’s way
Show up in a jump suit for a rally on a boat
Hide in caves but holding an A.K. on camera
Your power is no shield
We are not all ignorant
You are no hero, just a human enemy
I’m angered at your rockets and shells
The vile atrocities on innocents
Public enemies are left to the governments to decide
But you are all universal enemies
Enemy of the state, world-wide terrorist
You stir the hatred of many and the applause from few
Why perpetuate the machine
Why keep the other down
You regard humanity, be it enemy or ally as a unit
A cog in the political scheme
Some say economy is to blame
Dollars, pesos, francs or yen
But it is beyond that
It is not oil, or land or even religion
It is just pure blindness
Red revenge, bloody hands
Sending innocents to kill and bomb
The whipping boy to do your dirty work
Stainless skin, but wretched conscious
There is no global terror but war
Which only serves to bolster particle power
But we are one body, one universe
Under God and saved by the blood of the Lamb
It is you who give the orders
That fester the ulcer of humanity
And I’m sick of you.
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