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Bombers Moon

Them and us under a Bombers Moon
By Steven Cooke

Making love to my demons
Under the flag of my country
Caught in between the never believer
And a pardon of angels,
Who bargain their souls for my redemption,
Empowered by a nation,
Glorified by heroes departed
My life sanctified by religious compromise
For tonight I fly, under the bombers moon

Nearer to God than most
I see the world differently,
This Earth orbits in a sea of cold
My plane hidden in its recess,
A place where silent screams dwell
And rainbows are sent to die.

Away from the gaze of my enemy,
A phrase worthy of the Devil
Away from the patriots sting,
These too, sanctified by a religious hand.
The History books dilemma
My run begins
My mind listens to a confess of whispers,
The engines my Priest,
The bomb doors open,
Horsemen of The apocalypse,
Released from their tethers
I am the Arbiter of Death
As in Nature, Chance will decide
The faceless will fall
And god willing I will return home.

In the scheme of things
A Cities worth is one minute, 23 seconds
The camera to record in slow mo for Posterity,
And to delight the victorious.
The Impact sweeps away the sweat of past generations
Creates queues of ghosts, waiting,
 To lay in row after row, of white marble.
Their silent screams absorbed into Heavens Gate,
A cold Hallelujah for God to judge.
Just another day on planet earth

But don’t worry,
Time, like, the brook of sighs, will wash away these sins
But not the seeds,
For we are the gardeners of sin,
Their germination, lovingly corrupted
In our differences, them and us
The Pillars of capitalism our advantage.
The fear of the Devil theirs

Our final epitaph in the circle of life,
We are conditioned to repeat the mistakes of the past,
As is the Wilder beast to cross the River of Death,
Or theologians using religion as a weapon of war
The devil and the Crocodile dines well, on such a menu 
We truly are, a blessed Race.

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  1. Date: 10/28/2011 12:23:00 PM
    I agree with Frank, you have an awesome mind to create the ravages of war with such terrible images. One can't help but be part of it when reading this Steven. Write on dear friend, always fascinating!

  1. Date: 9/2/2011 11:29:00 AM
    a most phenomenal and creative write steven..luv the title inviting to read ..the expression of every line is more than intriguing and beguiling.. beyond fascinating.. an amazing array of emotions and feelings within these lines of masterpiece.. making it a favorite and u a favorite poet today luv..

  1. Date: 8/30/2011 4:27:00 AM
    breathless for a moment here, steven... your poetic depth stirs the soul; a powerful write from your gold-tipped quill! :) huggs, nette

  1. Date: 8/29/2011 5:17:00 PM
    read so well, you have a speacial way with had my attention until the end and I ususally don't like long poems. well wishes for your continued success.

  1. Date: 8/29/2011 3:42:00 PM
    Awesome write mate! such vivid decriptions and details, introspective, spiritual as well the picture of nature...Love it.....with love.....your mate old Jack

  1. Date: 8/21/2011 6:06:00 PM
    Steven, you are amazing with your ability to write such a deep verse. Isn't it true we are gaartdeners of sin (such a picturesque way of saying) and repeat mistakes of the past. I love your wonderful descriptions that seem to flow so easily for you. Very emotional and I ate it up!