Gossips mar the world
The great becomes insecure
Brat and war-monger.
I speak of peace
You call me a war monger
I offer you a hand
You refuse it for it is empty
I share my lunch with you
You complain it is not enough
I am concerned about the state of my country
You don’t understand as you have abandoned yours
I speak of unity
You call me a racist
You speak of racism
And call yourself “woke”
Am I but a silenced voice
A distant bell tolling
In an empty graveyard
Words gone stale
For lack of understanding
A dream laid waste
By wordless whores
Flim Flam
the hero man
sold his story
and away he ran
From Hanoi to DC
before swamps could be drained
karma would catch him
and rot out his brain
But the damage was done
in the Great Halls of power
as his bombs of war
the whole world did scour
So what is now left
when the hero has faded
same as it was
a nation all jaded
Clamoring to praise
what was clearly a fool
a spoiled near despot
the ultimate tool.
(8/25/2018)
O warrior Mars of brooding blood-red eyes,
Earth is seized of thy Martian heritage,
Bleeding bosoms and endless wars on rage,
Cut war bravado to what suits thy size.
We guess from far, our fancy taking flight,
Maybe, it's thy soil that looks a bit red
That portrays thee a war monger to dread,
One day the light of truth might set this right.
Ye inspire us Olympian heights to reach,
The day we come, embrace thee, breast the truth,
We’ll know, thou hast better than wars to preach,
Martian warriors—a decadent old tooth!
We hope, ye can some form of life sustain,
That, the two neighbours are friends not in vain.
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Sonnet | 04.08.2012, recast July 2023|
we were confessing
when we counted each blessing
All window dressing
we could always tell
after we would hear each shell
which was pure hell
for youth is a cure
grow up and become mature
we can endure
longer and longer
Putin was a war monger
said he is stronger
Putin pageantry
seems to be his strategy
by him majesty
Putin has lot of nerve
Off road did force us to swerve
he then threw a curve
An outstanding message
All part of proper vestige
which we may engage
had been an outcast
who became part of the past
moment was my last
message God did give
not negative but positive
is way we should live
around life revolved
with God what we resolved
must become involved
God gave me great gift
up spirits of others must lift
sure you catch my drift
goals which we will set
must all be properly met
or end will regret
God to me had said
Bible is worth being read
on cross His Son bled
factors must equate
Covits educate
will be able to find fate
should shoot to me straight
God made us stronger
lasted longer and longer
removed war monger
When God was in me longer and longer,
Shall start to grow stronger and stronger;
Mild and meek,
All does seek;
Search for peace not being war monger.
Jim Horn
Oh mankind what loathsome and perverse creatures you are.
You talk of giving yet you steel.
You talk of peace yet you make war.
You talk of love but still you hate.
Oh mankind you are the great conundrum.
A giver yet a thief, a peace maker yet a war monger.
One who loves his fellow man but, only if he has the same color skin.
Your open good will secretly serves you.
Your great deeds are a shimmering cloak that hides your true intent.
Oh wonder full man turn aside from the path that you are on.
Become what you are truly ment to be, the crown that sits atop creation.
Clean off the patina and polish your self.
Give without retaking, achieve peace, abolish war and love others more
than you love your self.
BY: Edward McCall
Milk the way.
War monger bringeth to Earth the human outrage;
he'll not stop till you've done his destruction with guns and with blades.
Peace is in the distance watching waiting to save;
she'll not let you suffer to long under selfish displays.
A messenger will come with the truth in his wake;
he'll tell of our very own sun and his disgust of our human race.
A huge influence will sweep the land to comfort in place;
he'll make your soul laugh whilst eradicating rage.
A migician will follow to take you to iluminate your gaze;
you'll not want to come back for you'll know forever of such a place.
A mystic you will encounter so listen he says;
he'll show you the future of condemnation and waste.
Then an old man will grab you and tell you to not fear for it's all a big stage;
the end will come easy under the sun's dimming rays.