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Silence Condones Du and Drones
SILENCE CONDONES DU & DRONES
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McEmpire's
Dollar menu
Serves up fast kills -
Who pays the bills?
Spent uran'yum? -
Small watts; big ill.
To store, or $ell?
Makes heavy shell.
Blasts through walls well.
Recycled hell.
Deployed now, $well!
The order's passed:
Deep fried dark ass.
The searing flash,
Such menu class:
Crispy critters!
Some sauce? Must ask.
Breathe toxic gas.
Eat here? To go?
Death swift, then slow.
Too late to know
the drift; winds blow
a deadly flow,
through lungs, where go
the silent blows
to genes, thus sown
such seeds of woe.
Fallujahns know.
War profits grow,
Health defects show.
Yet who will know
how was bestowed
this plague of glow?
With press in tow;
Truth's shaft - sans bow.
Sick Vets soon go
Six feet below -
More graves to mow.
Their health care dough
Drops to ZERO!
Life's value: Low.
We watch the show;
Lost in the flow -
To war we go,
So few say: NO!
Safe status quo
Lets madness grow.
This shadow foe
Strikes deep its blow.
We've sunk so low.
We make no row.
No threat we pose
To leaders, those
Who send the drones
that bomb the homes
In target zones.
Crushed fam'lies moan.
While killer clones
Just count scorched bones.
Silence Condones!
Copyright ©
Richard Ledford
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