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i wanted this poem to fatigue the tongue when read aloud

 

 

war is about as far from love as you could get selling flesh for oil... who's price is certain death who'll kiss the faceless orphan void of hope and limb war, the eyeless ogre, blind to the fires of the sin war is about as far from truth as you could get two jagged sides to a hazy story often leads to a bloody mess who'll dry the widow's tears, when her futures' crushed to death war is about as far from compassion as you could get war is about as far from earth as you could get poison bombs pock the ground to steal flowers from their bed who'll comfort mother earth when poison severs her breast war is about as far from virgin forests as you could get war is about as close to soulless as you could get mindless pounding the humble village with mindless bullets who'll shine the crown of the elders when sanities lost its head war is about as far from humble as you could get war is about as far from fruitful as you could get who'll tend the docks-till the fields-toss the net who'll suckle the children-tend the ward- build the building who'll tend the mosque- the church-the temple on the mound who'll spin the merry-go-round, when the spinner's in the ground war is about as far from God as you could get who'll tend to the dead when everybody's dead

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