Masses numb walked below.
And truth that night, was lying low
I saw him hanging by the city gate,
The judges had decided his fate.
He had paid the price,
to have let us hear his voice.
They then got out the body bag
and set fire to his filthy rag.
Never again will a voice be raised.
What for? seems to ask the silent grave.
3 comments:
Hey good stuff there:Have you read this one by me?don't rem,I think I may have sent it to you?
Flag draped and silent,unexposed
Sent off to do the dirty work
Returning in boxes by the thousands
So quick to silence the witnesses
A mad mans web
Pockets of venom
Abu-Ghraib,Guantanamo
Lethal to all
The black widow jealously guarding its' clutch
How reptilian an eye entombed in his cold head
Into desert sands he blindly led
Lead on Donald of Arabia
Into Hell they ride
On war wagons that blow up too well
As our grip tightens on the precious crude
Smashed bones make sharp projectiles
Blasting with warm,wet,thick,red gush
Of what was once human
Market place silent except for the groans and screams
As our grip tightens on the precious crude
Blood additives at the pump
As long as it keeps our dollars per gallon down
So noble,so virtuous,our liberation
Just because the message is muddled
Doesn't stop the messenger
See,it's not if the messenger is doing his job
I know He is...the message is always there
The question is, "Are you?"
Poignant!
Guess it affected me... good work!
good one.. i must say..Kiran
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