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I Remember The Day

I remember the day

that Washington burned,

And the bloody bits of JFK

still floating in

that Cuban bay

Hey, Hey, LBJ,

How many Kids

Did you Kill today?

Well, what can I say?

I wasn’t there to count ‘em.

Napalm and Vietnam,

and a broken Saigon

and Viet-cahn,

Now President Saddam

and a Hydrogen bomb;

War.

What is it good for?

Look down and be reminded by your stumps

that you Can’t

Stand Up for your rights,

You left your legs in Afghanistan,

Just like your Dad left His in Iran!

Wheres the Taliban? There they are!

In the twisted scalding nails

And bits of metal  in my Entrails!

In the desecrated monuments

And in the Veiled Females!

The Enemy is in my Head,

And if I shoot him Now,

He will be Dead.

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War

pounding

sounding in the distance

the drumroll starts,

feel it Beckoning

to your heart.

Drums, Drums,

the Wolves of War

Blood and Iron, sword and

Thundering Roar,

Slaughter, hands

slick with Gore!

Moving to

the drumroll of War,

Glory, Death and Murder-joy,

Come now lad,

off my boy!

Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!

Off we go boys, to

answer War!

Drums, drums!

rolling in your Heart,

don’t you want to

do your Part?

The acrid smell of

Gunpowder wakes Demons

in your Heart!

The Flames climb high

and homesteads Burn

Grab a women,

Take a turn!

Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!

Drums, Drums!

The Animal call!

Screaming, grieving,

Pulling us All

A Maelstrom of Devastation!

an ignorant people’s Manipulated

Frustration

Drums, Drums,

Booming, Dooming

Land and body,

Spirit and Mind,

and tender feelings

Stripped from inside;

Drumrolls of War

Spilling over the Hills,

But

it’s Humankind

who Kills


Monsters

“I am Afraid of Monsters,”

jeered the boy to his Father

clothed in skins

“Don’t be,” He replied

with a grin

as he tore the flesh from the bone

with his Teeth, and

Blood rolled down his Chin.

“There’s no such thing.”


Invisible (for the Forgotten and the Victims of Searing Injustice)

Nobody seems to care for

What cannot be Seen

But when I look into the Mirror,

I don’t only see Me and

It cannot be Clearer

that I am but a function of We.

No one can Decieve

Nor make me Believe

that my Mind is a Sieve

To make me Live as a Piece

of this Hideous machine

That turns it’s Insidious,

Vacant Engines

with it’s Darkly

Suicidal Intentions,

think not of those

Who Find others to Blame

but Seek the depraved

and Lose my own Name to

Leave the whole World

Decaying in Shame

and look up to the Stars

and Beyond the Tame

Cities broken Boondox

Terrestrial shattered

Civilized Paradox

The Things I See when the Lights go Out

Fascinatingly, Terrifying

It doesn’t matter, shut them Out

These ghosts in my Head

That I cannot get out

Titanic Mistakes which

I did make

and though my Life is Not empty

It’s still far from Full

Those who are Forgotten

my Soul still does Pull

closer ever to my Heart

Which is not One

But billions tied

To All who suffer and

All those who Cry

And When my Eyes are shut

I Still can see

The Victims right

In front of me

Those who are blind

and Narrow in Mind

never think to care

For whats Righteous or Fair

And if you’ve been to the bottom

Can you comprehend what’s on top?

Dark, red Blood on

a Long, cold Blade

and All of the Ghosts

Suddenly

Fade


Tigers Blood

Tigers blood

coursing through its Veins

blocking out any further pain

the growl that makes grown men come to tears

realizing the true face of fear

running would be pointless

screaming proved helpless

face down in the mud

comes the true meaning of tigers blood.


Wolfs Don’t Cry

Wolfs don’t cry,

They greet Slaughter with mirth

Wolfs don’t sigh

They fight from birth

No one tells Wolfs what not to do

If you try, We’ll kill you too.

Wolfs meet challengers

with Tooth and Claw

Wolfs rip them apart

With bloodied maw.

Wolfs tear out the bad-guys lungs,

Wolfs clean their paws with Triumphant tongues

Wolfs don’t fall away from Villain or Foe

Wolfs eat their Fucking marrow!

In Fearless Night,

Wolfs run free in Wild snow

Although, if Wolfs don’t Cry,

Then why do I?


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