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128 British dead
And 2 more on the way.

How many 'enemies'
have been filled with British lead?

Who are:
The Rebels?
The Freedom Fighters?
The Allies?
The Beasts?

Whose bullets and bombs are better,
What blood spilled more belovéd?
Which tears are more treasured,
When they all flow for loss.

You tell me

Could you decide the value of a death,
Or does the T.V do your talking?
Would you like to take the test of faith
And walk into your house disgraced
By soldiers filled with obstinate hate
For you who just chose to live?

You tell me

Is it fair to point the finger
When there's three pointing at you.
And you don't even care to think
About the lives of others on the brink.
The piling bodies, their putrid stink
Lingering, waiting for the winds of change,
But there's only the breeze of bullets
When the streets become a firing range.

Now you tell me


Is it just me, or are you able to see
The hot air rising too.

10/7/2009

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