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The Crushed Skulls

The Crushed Skulls the crushed skulls and the torn-off legs and the single shots piercing countless heads women, men, children young, old, everyone just a human being when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing the gaping wounds soaked in blood dismembered corpses piled high in some humid make-shift ****-stenched mortuary who will remain to someday write, war's final obituary for the killing goes on in the name of tribe faith race religion caste sect and the vested interests above all but who really hears the whimpering sobs of a 4 year olds call for her mother, father, brother, sister as she lies dying, bleeding out like a gutted animal, on the stinging gravel while we deliberate and engage and while to Geneva we always travel to sign some scraps of paper that merely postpone the killing for a while while the putrefying carcasses of human beings lie side by side, mile after bloody mile war is ugly, they tell us but necessary too and we go to war for peace while the generals and the money-men and the politicians drink and dance and screw war is ugly it is indeed but so are we if we fail to see the humanity stripped away and peeled off the skin of that 4 year old girl and if her cries for help we do not heed war and guns and bombs and the very latest smart nuke sickens me as it should us all making us retch and puke but who gives a **** about the bombs falling far away we've got chores to do, margarine to buy, and take the family out for the day war is ugly so they tell us while loading the magazines without much of a fuss war is ugly and cold and brutal and evil as the hounds of some distant hell but who gives a **** for we have sneakers to buy and stocks to sell war is ugly but so are you and I for we remain silent as the bombs fall incessantly on out of the open sky shame on me and shame on us all, that much I believe is true for our silence in the face of misery is tacit acceptance and try as we might to inure ourselves I am as complicit in it all as are you...

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