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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Children of Guernica Children of Guernica . In deserts of no mans land children play among the dead killer themes from killer kings what is the song they sing comes raining down in shrews of blood Bombs burst though silent air beyond the red glare where mothers and children lie bare In scripted carcasses of crumbling bricks amidst the city streets broken bodies limbs screaming wombs of agonizing cries of despair dropping down death from above in the safety of the night rivers of blood and angels of death circle from high above Sleep of sleepless dreams lie amidst the decaying corpses children dressed in delicate dressings starch white linen in ghostly silence the lambs laid out to rest Once so shocking citizen casualties now so common collateral damage distill the horrors of war deadly games on computer screens without touch or smell Rage distorting the outline of shadow horse’s teeth open wide to the sun and necrophilia battle cries of death stand still like ghosts amongst the dying flames Wounded Pegasus gaping requiems for generations yet to come hypnotized to drum beats of war where monsters of the id come alive in the cradles of scorched earth lit destruction Children born to such things wander through the deserted streets where there is no home to rest sleep the dream of children Lower at dawn their veils through broken clocks time stands still And tides rise over setting moons amidst the lambs spheres of love vanishes in landscapes of pain Minotauromachy rises amidst the dead monatours of death die slow when swords turn to plowshares iron bombs to gates that open the hearts of wounded men hush a by don’t you cry go to sleep my little babies In the meadows lie the little lambs friends of the western winds leave tortures on the bleeding grass in lust for blood and shadows of fears Moons of serpents awake before the dawn crucible of blood cast bare amidst the trembling wheat street symphonies of stripped flesh hanging from the poplar trees Instruct us of our internal natures inner conflicts and battlegrounds of distress death instincts and dark knights of the soul of tragedies and waste doorways through hell and roots of indignant screams
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