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What Are These Words
What are these words that rage with hate and war
That scream with bullets’ searing, lethal roar
That slash with livid flames the midnight sky
And with a tongue that lubricates the lie
Despoil the words of men worth living for –
What bloody god, or gods, in truth exist
That suffer men with words for this, for this –
What prophet false with rabid tongue betrays
The son of peace the son of man portrays
By choosing words of fury, words of fist
And worshipping the power they enlist –
A choice of words some men cannot resist –
O friend! O foe! Why still these words of war
That make the living word worth killing for –
Copyright ©
John Oldham
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