One Soldiers View
Keening mothers holding children charred
Black or sometimes white
depending on the nature of
or the time spent in the flame
I suppose we're each and every one to blame
Sweet young faces frozen in forever fright
These days I look forward to the night
bless the fading light
when it's easier not to see
and much more comfortable for me
In the daylight I have learned to turn my back
to the ululating ladies dressed in black
Who scream their grief and prayers for vengeance
to an unseen entity
A God with whom I choose to disagree
Can this cancer known as man
ever learn how not to kill
will we ever drink our fill
of all the baby blood we spill
For now Our predatory passion won't be still
whether good or evil both
we watch the children burn
And as far as the babies are concerned
If they're not baptized are they going straight to Hell?
There's at least a million who are more than glad to die
Whose vengeance brings them glory from on high
their reward a paradise of sensual delights
Allah Akbar! God is great they cry.
Here we are east and west
Son and daughter Father Mother Sister Brother
Each one knowing it's Gods' will to kill the other
We provoke our God to shame
when we feed the very flame that we should smother.
I guess one bad turn deserves another.
I just heard both of our Gods cry
Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2007
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