Not Here, But There
We have seen this before.
'blood sacrifice,'
an offering of dead children,
two rapacious Gods must be appeased.
Of course America kills more babies
spills more blood,
swears loudly
that in a blind God
We Trust.
Let us fight the good fight
not here, but over there
while the light
dies in our eyes.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
