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Causalities of War

.                                                     Beneath a blanket of earth
                                                     With a pillow made of stone
                                                       Her child eternally sleeps
                                                                    
                                                                   ~~~

.                                                     While at the foot of his bed
                                                           She stands alone
                                               And weeps! And weeps! And weeps!


.                                                  Written:  November 20th, 2009
                                                    Author:  Elaine George


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LIGHTS OUT

Lights Out

One hundred years on and still the shout
“Everyone put your lights out”
Just for an hour from 10 to 11
And remember all those souls in heaven

One hundred years and still the cry
The perennial unanswered question “why?”
Is there a need in this hour of deed
For any to ignore or not to heed?

One hundred years, millions dead
In battles, wars and streets of dread
Trenches then, now car bombs blast
Tearing at families left aghast

One hundred years – again LIGHTS OUT
Not one city but the country throughout
Is this too much to ask ourselves
For those who died through bayonet and shells?

Lights out and let us honour our dead
Light a single candle in room or shed
Remember those terse words upon us yet
“Lest we Forget – lest we forget!”

August 4th 2014


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A Service Member's Prayer

A Service Member's Prayer

Oh, God, I feel that I have cause
To know my life might give You pause,
But fair as You are sure to be,
I seek Your way on bended knee.
I wish neither to kill nor die,
Though from engagement I'll not shy.
For if my duty calls me there,
I'll do whatever I must dare.

I seek not courage for the fight.
I seek not comfort from the night.
I ask not pardon for my deeds,
Nor any salve for any needs.
I only ask to know what's right,
To do my best to check my might,
To render mercy where I should,
To know I serve the greater good.

Oh, God, if You will hear my plea,
I ask so very much of thee.
I fear not men, I fear not death,
Yet bow my head and still my breath
To ask You, please, to do Your best,
To keep me from eternal rest,
Until the hour my duty sends
Me home to family and friends.

And if You grant my humble prayer,
Oh, God, I ask You, keep from care
Those people whom I hold most dear.
I wish them not to shed a tear
In anguish over days now done,
Where my dawn was their setting sun.
For then, if You will grant my plea,
I'll soon be nearer them and Thee.

Copyright Shawn H. Hall 2014


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My Return To Normandy

High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble monument shadows
Dot the trenches and empty emplacements 
As the final testimony of the fallen
Still ringing frightened with those desperate voices
Proclaiming both their lives and death
That they were ever here…

In the emerald hills of Collville Sur Mur
I can still hear the phantom naval shells screaming
Underneath the crying of men
Pulverized and dying in their comrades arms
All for the belief of the land from which they hail
While the roaring waves wash the still bloody sands
In and endless and rending cycle
That silent cacophony of brother and foe
Call out to me still for comfort and aid
Asking only to be remembered…


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Son of War

The snow fell on bloody ground
turning the white to red, eating the silent
flakes till they disappeared into red dust.
The hand lay still...hopelessly bound
in death. Warm red snow was not meant
to melt and cover white life with lust.

No breath melted the blanket of white
dancing playfully on the mother's son
who lay coldly quiet 'neath nature's cover. 
He had wanted to stay...not feel the splice
of war...taking him beyond the red sun
atop the earth where the hawks hover.


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Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…


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Eyes Never Dry

Her eyes were never dry
Since she was born she would always cry…
No matter what kind of lie I would tell
She would see right through me , a smile she didn't sell…
I don’t blame her when her lips fell…
She knew the world was aware of our pain…
She knew nobody cared about evils reign
She knew nobody cared about every body that laid lifeless on the city streets…
She knew…
So I understand…
In her still so young heart
Knowledge of the world there was that no man had…
Even though she knew it could get her killed she just couldn't stand 
When justice wasn't served 
When her mothers killers were free
And we get something no human deserves…
So I ask her please smile… 
The pain will last just for a little while…


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Memories

Sometimes I am glued to the Earth
See every tear,every laugh and every fist…
Sometimes my mind is flying above our world…
Hear every thought…
But even there I have no silence
In my mind the violence I’ve seen…
In my mind memories of heaven where I've been
But memories are past…
And even though they last
They can’t replace the smell of heavens grass
They cant replace every tear every laugh and every fist that there I’ve had
They’re just memories
I wish I was able to go back

and feel home…


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not lost , not forever

in honor of David J. Bredesen

Three days after your arrival in Vietnam you were gone
but you are not lost to us, not forever 

Your parents who grieved so stand by your side now.
together you wait for the rest of us.
and you are not lost to us, not forever

our children who never knew you are asking us about you
about what happened and why and how we felt 
as we tell of you and the family I think they feel for a moment as we did then
 and you are not lost to us or them not forever.


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Grandfather

My Grandfather High-backed chair facing the corner, Window over books so cherished Loved. Like the greatest of scholars, but still humble He was a trove of stories Air of silence on a place once full Of stories from a time past, A time of honor and courage and duty Of country and spirit; fighting an enemy Made from indescribable evil. Tales of valor, sand, and bullets Lions and machine guns, young men in battle Fighting for their lives. Knowing the enemy was like a jackal Cruel and twisted, an army of evil He witnessed it all First hand, in the heat of the day And cold of night. Tales passed on, spoken In a way that conveyed such knowledge That one was to sit in amazement, and hear it Firsthand from the chair facing the corner. Like a throne of deep thought. The day he left this world, I wept. Seeing him not but a day before, It was harder than I could have imagined. The pain is real, but so were the memories And so the legacy of the veteran lives on. The chair sat vacant, but I felt him there. The books on the shelf, the other treasures Left behind held him here on earth While the memories anchored him in our hearts. The man in the chair shall never be forgotten And the stories shall pass far into the generations.


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An Elegy for Syria

After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,

The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,

Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,

They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,

What they want is just conflicts?
In the entire world's districts,

They like when people kill each other,
Its how indirectly they do smother,

Try to understand that what is a war?
Because it opens up the profits door,

For the imperialists and dictators,
And of course their very own creators,

When imperialists start a war,
They make sure that its paid for,

So they pose to help by selling arms,
As if they are selling them charms,

In return of arms they make money,
So much that its not even funny,

On the other hand people also die,
In the region where they don't comply,

They want the entire world to obey,
Their orders and want them to say okay!

As long as one stays this way,
A nice attitude they will display,

But for instance if one says "NO" to them,
At first they get angry and hem,

And then come bans and sanctions,
Penalties all kinds of aggressions,

And still if they are not successful,
They wage a war to make stressful,

So that's what they did in Syria,
It was their anger and hysteria,

Because they couldn't do anything,
And through a war they wanted to sting,

But they forgot that who they are facing,
And what kind of a enemy they are racing?

They already are, their army, replacing,
And because of defeats they are reducing,

The Takfiri terrorists they brought in,
Are ruthless and not even human,

They are ripping chests of people,
And eating their hearts like animal,

So west and its cruel tactics,
Has nothing to do with the ethics,

So once and for all everyone,
Let's finish savagery which has begun.



All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi




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VISION OF THE WORLD

Behold, I saw the vision of the world
Smoldering in the ashes of hate
utterly consumed with terrors
Beaten, ragged and worn
blood touching blood
The gleam of liberty’s lamp dimmed
by the smoke of her burning
wail over her; wail and mourn 
For the smoke of her torment 
hath reached to heaven

 I turned and looked again, 
I saw the vision of the world
Hope birthed in the heart of man
Strength of an indomitable will
Faith’s torch glowing bright 
Freedoms light burning warm




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SORROW SPRINGS IN BLACK SAVANNAH

SORROW SPRINGS IN BLACK SAVANNAH
By Immaculata Ortner

Sorrow springs in black savannah
Where nature proved its pride
Silence sting like ancient drone
As dark melody rose 
Winging high in spike like dragon spew
As discomfort swells in black souls
Our top was not so high
Neither was our thoughts wild!
When strangers flirt and raid our shores in with minds of wolfish beats
Our words and swards were sheath
And the voice of our chanting drum was trunk
Groaning grey in grievous tones
As darkness shades our doomy world
They traced our path in search of liquid golds, yet with books untold
They crack our walls with no defence, speak with hoot like owl!
They create a route of no return
Where blacks goods sniveled
They cleared our greens and dent
Our springs, yet we flinch and flee in fear
But though our nights, were doomy dark
The sun could rise in place of moody moon if brothers where brothers
Our wings could mount the stormy wind if friends we trust where truly friends
And the green we have would be truly green if tooth that flashed were purely white 
Then our tales of pride would glow


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that's just how the world works

No one saw it coming, the time of doom now at hand 
War is around every corner, no one can help us now
Bombs fly and the innocent die
That’s just how the world works

Try to see the good in the world young child 
For if you don’t who will
If not now then when 
The fate of the world rests in your hands

As one generation fades 
Another shall rise from the ashes 
Spread around by war and destruction
The fate of the world rests in your hands

Heroes will emerge and enemies will be defeated
But more enemies will rise 
And our heroes will fall
That’s just how the world works

The war will end and allies will part 
Until another war starts 
Smoke filled skies will clear up
And fallen enemies shall sulk
That’s just how the world works  


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Blood Christmas

** A trauma on Xmas eve, 24/12/2010, late night.**

     BLOOD CHRISTMAS

Christmas bliss! Christmas bliss!!
Bliss turned sour, sour turned blood.
Blood wrought cry, the cry for the brutally
Departed....
As soon as mid night surfaced, every one's loins leaped,
Helpless innocents wept,
For another crisis was born...
Gun shots vexed into straying helpless,
Dispatching for their lives....
Matchets wounds, went deep-deeper
Like pot holes.
Blood splashed like rain drops
Oh! no when will Jos crisis end?
Who will be the rescue?
Someone give me a clue? 
We woke up to find dead mass,
Today being Christmas,
Shattered by bomb blast,
Where will these lead to at last?
Marauding fanatics... so mindful 
Of blood.
Blood Christmas! blood Christmas!!...
Beware... and watch your back!
Or you you'll be caught unaware in the midst
Of the bliss turned sour...


BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).


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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted 
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.


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dis poem, in honor of unstable poets

Yo,

Dis poem is in honor of manic mistresses who war against the fleeting flesh,
Yo, dis poem is honor of schizophrenic Don Quixotes, swingin' at windmills of panic
stricken consciousness,
Yo Dis poem,
Yo Dis poem is honor of maestro's chasin' the muse of the logos made flesh,
In words, the only comfort they possibly know,
Flowing in a reverie of ecstatic epiphany,
Caressing solace, defeating the alienation of solitude,

The man sat staring at the fractured scatterings of a generation that had forsaken kindness,
And the woman saw him, and outstretched her hand, but the agent of chaos grabbed her,
Purpose, he said, purpose,
And the angels wept,

Yo, genius shining through the tears of fear made real,
Reeling, peeling, away layers of miraculous fish feeding thousands,
Miraculous words, healing a generation,

Begging Christ for a moment's rest,
From the war that wages within,

Men sing songs of triumph,
But courage is when your very mind won't have you,
And your heart, mocks you with its mercurial caprice,

Genius shining through hilarious and cacophonous laughter,
Outraged and astounded,
Dumbfounded and incredulous,
At how no one can feel this,
Pain that seems so salient,

Raging seas of foaming mouths in ascetic white rooms of institutionalized slavery,
Thieves profiting on the sound of crying children,
Praying, wishing that their parents would piece together the puzzle of sanity,
And rest in the greenhouse of sanctuary,

But God won't have it.
For this suffering is but a moment's mist,
In the calculus of eternity,
And in the end, a tree of inspiration,
Emerges from the relentless voices,
And the world knows healing!


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Christmas Rebels (3).

Then the leader in a flash
Sent his bullet through my 
Pregnant wife’s stomach, 
Sending the bullet out of her 
To my little girl’s brain.
He was a killer glutton, for he turned to my 
Son’s brain, scattering it,
With his axe, making the brain 
Splash on my dazed countenance.
They swiftly and organisingly boundled me up
Amidst my confusion and helpless struggles,
They cut off the veins at the back of my fits,  
Leaving me in a river of blood.

Death claimed my home,
His weapons were the Christmas rebels, 
On a melancholic Christmas night.
My saddest Christmas ever.

THE END OF THE MATTER…..

By Charles Melody (Lightening Ink)
For all the victims in jos crisis.
Rest in peace.


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THE DARK WAR

In helter-skelter  
everyone scatter.
I joined the rest of  
legs to jump gutter.
Everyone is an 
Africa  jet.
Flying dug above 
the  moon.
Countless 
permanently fell to  
the earth.
Now east is a hell
and north,an  
earthquake.
While west is a  
flooding ocean.
Forked lightening 
and thunder guard 
the south.
Yet the center is  
slippery.
Death is calling  
everyone.
Our Eden became 
Sodom and 
Gomorrah.
I ran to undestiny  
destination,
being pursue by 
guns and cutlasses.
Panting like hunting  
dog.
I stumbled and fell  
into a trance.
I saw an old blind  
woman,
too blind to behold  
darkness.
Jubliating with hands 
placed on her head.
Mother can't  
recognize her child,
let alone an eye  
desirer.
I am as helpless as  
helpless herself.
I was so paralysed 
to  stand up.
I gazed at her with  
eyes of mercy
but was posses with  
legs of paralysis.
Because life race is  
forever.
Continually falling 
and rising
in dying and living,
I ran to an edge
I lifted up my head 
and saw gun 
pointing  at my 
forehead 


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war

How has it dawn on us so soon when we hadn’t even achieved much?
Why has the marketplace ceased to buy and sell so scanty the streets wither away
The clouds becomes more darkened as smokes ascend randomly our fields are on fire
We can feel the rain but it has lost its coldness

I hear more voices than I usually heard
This time of crying and wailing rather than chatting and hailing
Voices
chanting and singing songs of war
Dust and gun powders like fog fill the air,
with great rumble the battle rages
The long night tarry on nobody has awakened
Some privileged to pass on to the other side
Total transmission from what we see now
Carcasses litter the streets as we run from pillar to post
Yet not so sure where the lot may fall
Great assets lost in hot zones, they shouldn’t have taken the guns,
Gravesides more frequent than bedsides

When did we become such serious foes?
That tears can’t seem to mend?
We let our children die by our own hands and still squeeze our sorry faces
How valuable is this trophy, hope it’s worth the pains we are feeling now?

We match in battalions, onward we go
Faces brimming with boldness and courage,
Though fear still takes its partition
We leave behind loved ones not so sure,
like walking into the lions cave to kill or be killed
Jumping over strip wires, nice try
Only to step on landmines
A time to team up with death taking from one end
While it continues from the other side in its own way
Orphans, widows and widowers we make at will that which we had once pitied
What caused this sudden change?
So unfortunate many fighting ignorantly yet arrogantly

Now we pull down our once fancied walls to build more refugee camps and fill them
We overstretching science and make of men expendables
A time we show how much we can take

What we depict now is wickedness rather than strength
In this game
Winners are
Always
Rude


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SAPPHO'S FALLING STARS part 1

                                            SAPPHO’S FALLING STARS     (Part one)


I am descendent of Odysseus
	Hero of the past
Have I kin—I know not—I may be the last--
The Trojan War and Helen made my family's blazing fame
Thus magnified by Homer was made our honor and ancestral name

I stand this day the General of the fallen men that the Fates have tossed
across the Siren Sappho's way—
now foolishly slain-- my Fallen Stars    	 
                      		such a ragged few
                                       in this paltry breath of a moment
                                      			of mere delay--

Inconsequential time in history 
                                                                                          forever lost—


at their honor’s cost


for Mine, a Mighty Name
excuses easily such inconsequential blame
                                                                         
I cannot weep—I cannot pray

                      Such sacrifice of brave men
	              Lifeless , While I stand whole
	               Due to my folly 
                      Sucks the breath stark from my soul

Yarns and lore of Heroes—I know
Babe……. to youth……… in manhood……..
Each far-flung hour, day upon dew-kissed day
Nurtured ever cherished in the sweet talk of the female-breast-kissed way
      	Absorbed sensuous tactics laced with salty woman taste--so learned
	Intimately known as my manhood blossomed

Intimate Initiate—once
You, Sappho, sought my need –-
Intimate follower once—
                                I ate your passion delicious sauced with greed

(part two posted)............................................





Victoria Anderson-Throop  12/18/12 ©


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When We Die

When we die: A war cry
To all people who gave their life for Kashmir in pursuit of justice for suppressed.

We are murdered. Bodies are shattered. Our Jhelum to Euphrates, Our Kashmir to Karbala. 
My eyes hear. My fingers speak. And my heat pains.
Lovers of Husain rip your limitations with chains.
Stand resolute in Karbala-reborn. In its heat. Vanish not! Your flames.

Show no fear in your eyes but give a cry
Death will bring us home. So we die

Times of glory went into ruins, but don’t sigh
The days of hope will be reborn. So we die

Blood bathed infants are we: this no one can deny
Water of freedom waits for us. So we die

Handicapped soldiers they have turned us, still our zeal is high
With weapons of light we will march. So we die

OH! You bureaucrats from the plains, your innocence is a lie,
We will set your tongues ablaze. So we die

One day you will cry that you can’t deny
We will bring the time soon. So we die

Keep your eyes dry my mothers, for you must know why
Your tears will cause floods. So we die

Don’t loose hope! My people, you still have threads to tie
Every drop of our blood will be resurrected. So we die

A coffin runs out in Lal chowk, scratch the earth for space
The white, will wake up angles of wrath. So we die

Land of Hamadan has been painted with blood
The lava of agony will burst. So we die

Keep the bangles in your arms, you widowed brides
Their music will shake the earth. So we die

Suppressed mortals are we, but Listen OH! Self made immortals  
Immortal passion of Muhammad runs into us. So we die.


This fire of celestial blaze! Fuel it up with your rage. Defy the impossibilities with might
You will go down through history as the brightest stars shinning in darkest nights.

SOME WORD MEANINGS:

Karbala: place in Iraq where grandson of prophet Muhammed(SAW) were killed.
Husain: Grandson of Prohet Muhammed killed in Karabala


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Double Folly

Where we go, we know not
Why we go, we know not
They say we go forth
Choice-less and guns shone, we head north
Let the north our fate decide

This war is folly
Even a fool understands this wholly
But this will not stop the war
No reason will a-peace this war
It's folly

Why we fight, we know not
If it's right, we know not
Yet we fight
Not minding our brothers plight
Treating them like blight
Oh what an ugly sight

But if only, you would listen
You would hear them cry
Don't ask them why
Because it was you who made  them cry
So why not try
If you could their tears dry


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Pro War Fantasy

Let's hear them yell, cheer, and shout!
 Watch them pray for it with passionate hearts

Body count reaching eight thousand, but who cares?
 Mass trauma infliction, but who cares?


You can hear their excitement from miles away.
 Endless occupation is their Christmas wish

The long contained desire for scorched earth...
 Is that what they cherish in a mother's prayer?

Fifty years in and still squealing for more
 Nothing brings them comfort, but a bloodthirsty war


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FIRE ANNIHILATION

FIRE ANNIHILATION cruel cycles of hate in our wake heat intense with burning flame as fearful fire-fried mice bake what glowing embers sear souls to detonate, destroy and ruin a million charred bones now coals seething land grabbers launching death smouldering their selfish hate ablaze scorching into earths dark last breath infernal planets eternal despair baptises leaf-dead sky with flames now a sinister sad clothed last prayer Inspired and written for the victims and families of Air Malaysia MH17 & In protest of rocket launching where other innocent lives are being lost daily © Kim van Breda— 21 July 2014


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Black Tea

To arise alone in a half complete bed
asymmetrically warm
half of what was once whole

A drowsy confusion
guides brown eyes to
the white letter
calmly resting in the mornings light

The beautiful present
written within the white
brings forth blurry vision
forgetting in an instant all that was to be
their future

He was already treding
his destiny that he
beckoned on himself
from early days
of tea and training

Of a frightening home
a loving brother
to a barren land
now eyes of hate

To have known
what was awaiting him
at the end of this road
and to keep walking
toward the beast
he had created

To die in the arms
of the one he’d raised
of the one he betrayed
was his fate
of that mournful day


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The Lonely Soldier

There I am cold and wounded lying in the dirt. Bullets flying by my head as I cry out I'm 
hurt. Nobody listens to my plea; they are all to busy trying to flee. Lying on the ground 
scared and alone l feel like nobody cares and I am on my own. When I joined up I 
planned to fight, knowing I’d be battling each day and night. I have made it this far in 
the war with just a few more weeks until we settle the score. I want to live to see that 
day so my best hope now is just lie here and pray. I don’t know why but my eyes really 
itched, that’s when I saw it a five foot ditch. If I wanted to live I would have to crawl 
only fifty yards out that was all. My adrenalin was pumping through my veins. I could 
feel my emotions going down the drain. That’s when I did it I got up and ran! I ran to 
the ditch as fast as I can, I ran I ran with all kinds of pride I felt my fallen brothers 
running by my side. It felt like forever but I was finally there, I dove in the ditch and 
started to stare. I started to stare at a medic there! I asked him in shock to radio help 
but he didn’t speak he just yelped. I grabbed his phone from his pack and called in an 
immediate air strike attack. I thanked God that they got my call. They will see a big flash 
which will end it all!


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Men that March


Men that march through crooked streets,
And highways paved with stone;
Men that killed with bayonets,
Some never more came home.

There are those who pay the piper,
Some pay to call the tune;
And those who came a marching,
Sweat in sunshine’s noon.

The men are marching all in step,
When still of evening comes;
And yet the beat of marching feet,
Step time with muffled drums.

To partner with the dance of death,
Needs choose their partner well;
For dancing to that lonely tune,
Is a sorry way to hell.

War is such a random fight,
We are kin in all but name;
And all who died in foreign lands,
Never knew their blood’s the same.


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Bella Horrida Bella

Overloading contradictions
Heads to heads, fated collisions
An exchange of blows never ending 
A grim nightmare in the making.

Casualties, bodies everywhere
a surreal view of morbid lust
In the eye, a killer crosshair 
aimed with precision, death's a must.

Reflections on what future holds 
with what hands are capable of
the harmony of war unfolds
deep down below in hell's abode

Hatred breeds hatred in a loop,
an infinity with a twist
our existence all in one scoop
laid in textbook manner, its gist

Ahead reality's marble
drawn out in a fated circle
A call to arms to fill that hole?
Or rather, pray a miracle.


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weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps

weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps
whispers my heart
while I lay in bed
mind powered with thoughts-

weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps
people dying around the world
who don't have a place to sleep
whose everyday thought is death-

weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps
falling bombs around the world
hunger plaguing brothers
famine engulfing-

weeps ! WEEPS ! weeps
you enjoy the sleep
and others are dying
and i start weeping-