No discrimination, no greed, no war!
In unity and peace, let us stand tall,
Nations, come together, heal the scar,
With love and compassion, we'll break the fall.
Scars of the past, not for vengeance to cling,
But as precious lessons, let's hold them tight,
War, a resolve that wrath will bring,
Evil's deceit, war's traitorous might.
Hitler hiding, like a rat in the bunker,
Japan overwhelmed, her wings torn asunder,
Mussolini spared not, this ruthless encounter,
In the face of war, all countries must ponder.
Lay Down Your Arms
by Michael R. Burch
Lay down your arms; come, sleep in the sand.
The battle is over and night is at hand.
Our voyage has ended; there's nowhere to go . . .
the earth is a cinder still faintly aglow.
Lay down your pamphlets; let's bicker no more.
Instead, let us rest here on this ravaged shore.
The sea is still boiling; the air is wan, thin . . .
lay down your pamphlets; now no one will “win.”
Lay down your hymnals; abandon all song.
If God was to save us, He waited too long.
A new world emerges, but this world is through . . .
so lay down your hymnals, or write something new.
If I remember things correctly, I wrote this poem in my early twenties, probably as a college sophomore or junior. It was one of my first acceptances by a literary journal, The Romantist. But I never received a copy, so I can’t be sure it was actually published, drat!
65 years from now
My silence will be loud
You dare not care when I had sung
for you only listen under defcon one
65 years from now
You will ask how
You always went with the truth
and went with the red, white, and blue
65 years from now
No more flowers on the ground
You looked at the past as something sick
Now the future looks at you like idiots
65 years from now
People will still run around
In our dreams, we are in space
but on earth, we are erased
65 years from now
when silence is loud
and the roach is our king
That's when we lose reality
We were dead long before 2666
Humanity was inadequate
Don't watch the 6 o'clock news each day
Depressing as hell, people flailing away
It's the same old crap
In control, scary chaps
Make sure they keep the H-bombs at bay
No Nuke's !
You have polluted are o zone with your hair spray & gas
No one in this life gets by on any free pass
Become a gentleman by not sticking it to the man
When will we understand the great man with the plan
We stand sideways with one hand holding onto the plow
A whole chorus of singers in a vast auditorium
We must learn to embrace love & forget the hate
Shattered dreams filtered scene through the vast land of mean
People out of touch in a 21st century in quite a rush
There's a voice with the famed Al Gore lest I implore
Heavy voices with eyes of tombstone in their head
The fallen dead having viscous fangs that bite such a fright
Lest I implore another opened door by which to explore
There's a sign on the door post of the wall
Yet there's still no true voice anymore so very 1964
Let's learn from the past so we won't repeat the same mistakes
An evil mind that plugs destruction sending to the masses a fright
Have we forgotten about the twin towers maybe time for a cold shower
HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary!
Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary.
Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it.
I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!"
And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice.
It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice
No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster!
Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster!
Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven!
Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven.
Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right.
and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight?
Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies.
when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!
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