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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Witnessing the blood baths, the massacre Of God’s people, children’s bodies everywhere, And octogenarians expire slowly and quietly in horror. The undistorted and the vivid images of terror, The ugly realities of life for millions; what a rancor! The large plumes of gray phosphorus smoke! There is nowhere To hide. Showers of shrapnel, unprecedented heavy shellings, White clouds of death and discriminating lynchings Of everything that breathes, walks, runs and flies; This is war, this is sheer terrorism! The God-flies; Where are they when they are needed? Our world should not be so muted, So insensitive toward so many. This is a shameful disaster, a pity… To do nothing and hope for the awakening of the gods; The worms, the flies, the rats and the tods Must be happy. What an inhumane feast! In this young century, we cannot find Peace. The photos are real, and dying is not a joke. The lenses of the camera recorded the blood soaked Pregnant women, their babies shredded By the wrecked fires of the big guns. No one is spared: fathers, mothers, sons, And even young girls are arrested, Humiliated, stepped on and eventually annihilated. This is the state of our human family. Centuries old victims are now the perpetrated Beasts that devour nymphs, angels and dignity. The moon can only helplessly weep, The gods and the geese are high by the burning bodies. Terrorism is your vocation; falling asleep, Amid this, is criminal, we should unequivocally denounce the bullies. Big gun shipped helicopters can only destroy; they don’t make Peace, H bombs only create more activists, more militants and more beasts. Copyright@ January 2009, Hebert Logerie All Rights Reserved
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