Best Warfuneral Poems
15 years, 20 jobs
11 ambulance rides
15 people died
moved 20 times
countless admissions to a hospital
the right to my own person overlooked
4 murders
2 suicides
the police and psychiatrists covering their tracks
lengthy period of punishment
look it up in the charter of rights and freedoms
war criminal doctorate in malpractice
the biker gangs overtaking the police system
a global enemy
me your blond haired blue eyed poetic criminal
100 year war mission victom
im sure even politicians and tv journalists have
infiltration instruction to micromanage a society
built on someone elses empire of lies
prepare the funeral pyre
the kiss and tell blackmail of sabotoge
name one persons life today
they have not completely destroyed
among the homeless in your shelters
you sniff out the senses of your enemies
Egg in the church basket like the mafia
who only takes care of their own
the list of ancestries and family trees
of guilty by association
red carpet grave funeral party
recruited for war
instructed on their mission
letter in the mail
and no escape for them
lost on an island
global enemies sent
different uniforms worn
representing the doublestandards of their vile crimes
police, and doctors, judges, and criminals alike
the layers of your life to get to drug ring bosses
stranded on this island to become a true war hero this time
either dead before you get there
or dead upon arrival
survival instincts of the jail house maximum security
island arrivals
Global enemies of all sides
sent to this modern bermuda triangle
the global army insists upon it
in the end we bomb the million stranded starving terrorists
forced to die a hero
the seven names on this list of enemy powers
guilty by association in the criminal records
Ha Ha Ha super soldiers
im just a blonde haired blue eyed poetic criminal
your 100 year long war mission
finaly explained, your long term plan for survival
Round em up
everyone of them
your global enemy that has caused this much confusion
lead to the wars we fight today
the truth remains unknown
global enemies all around the world
the terror that they spread
like the rise of the hell's angels
There is a town up for rent, its inhabitant's spent
From the constant grieving that sees no a leaving
Please send us one back that survived an attack
So we can retire this black take these funeral suits back
There high street's a runway for funeral carriage
The tarmac's being ripped up from the constant barrage
So withdraw all the horses and silence the gun's
and pray for the memories of those lost to the War
Leave noble Wootten Bassett to cry no more.