Best Warurdu Poems
Where no sound escapes unchallenged above the din
of too many wars, waged for profits that have no future.
Lost now, only darkness clutches, upon his demise.
Fables, told ‘round friendly fires, chant his name eternal.
Birds of the forest, and fish in the sea, remembered his kindness forever,
and slowed in silence, when spirits spread the news of his demise.
From eastern tongues, chants heard in midnight chapels,
aglow in reverent prayer ‘till daylight dawned,
and rows of fallen soldiers, white stones of his demise.
His friends who could not broach the musket….lift the water pail,
and scorned the day of distant guns, their path was lost.
The masters of the chase cursed not of his demise.
Tho centuries turn, the din still heard, fresh enemies forged,
repeat once more, while mothers weep, their cries unheard,
and planes come home to belch caskets, filled with his demise.
The fallen sing from distant stars, so bright for all to see,
with blending light, the truth never dies.
Behold the day when all will see the end of his demise.
12/30/10
8:20 am
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What happened in the sky over Detroit Christmas Day,
might have very clearly, turned out a very different way
When a man from London, with a bomb in his pants
how he got on that plane, just who can say,
Another passenger though, spoiled his plan,
who saw a blanket on fire, that covered that man
He sprang into action, without even a thought,
to try and stop a terrorist, to do what he can,
He tried to put out the fire, little did he know,
the terrorist had a bomb, he was trying to blow
He snatched the terrorist, out of his seat,
and pulled him out into the center of the row,
The man put up a fight, when his bomb wouldn't blow,
the passenger put him in a chock hold and wouldn't let go
The Pilot landed the plane, without a delay,
the passenger in twenty J is now called a Hero.