They Will Never Be Like Us

Jordan’s pilot caged in a fire
Was filmed and produced global ire
When we use napalm
It’s gift wrapped in a bomb
As our moral plane is much higher
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Ainsley Avatar
July 27, 2016 at 10:31 PM
After Vietnam I cried in the wilderness children are not for burning,but no one was listening;I hope they listen now with all their brand new toys of war.We are far from innocent me thinks. Good to be back at poetrysoup will visit more old friend.
Duncan Avatar
August 12, 2015 at 7:42 PM
nicely done my friend,,,, war = money, sad but true.
Breidenthal Avatar
July 6, 2015 at 12:27 AM
Sigh indeed.... this kind of reminds me of a poem I wrote about war and how such memories stay alive while the good personal ones we live are left under the rug or dissipate overtime. I wish war and violence wasn't so hard-pressed in society. Always, Laura
Beaufort Avatar
July 7, 2015 at 6:05 PM
I can't say it any better than you. It seems there is a financial incentive for fighting. I will always believe that almost all disagreements can be settled peacefully.
Dietrich Avatar
June 30, 2015 at 1:20 PM
Oooh, that is how to do it, my friend. Monkey see, monkey do! the last line is killer.
Beaufort Avatar
June 30, 2015 at 4:34 PM
It's a very strange world and getter stranger by the day. I really don't understand why we cannot declare peace instead of war! It's a little tricky, but it is within our capacity.
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