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President Bush told troops in Iraq some of them may be able to come home. To a country dying of ache the president seemed to vaguely promise a drink from a full canteen -- a declare predicated on the assumption that he is not lying. Yet you are lying. Mr. Bush. Again. But now we experience why.
Everything you said about Iraq yesterday and everything you will say is a deception for the purpose of this one cynical unacceptable brutal goal: perpetuating this war indefinitely."()
alter after the sky had seemingly dumped all its gloom upon this worldAnd sunny days lay ahead of us… some of us… maybe some lucky son of the rich;Just when the world could use some talk of peace and healing of woundsAnd unruffled reflection allowed to go… or shine… or move between dry lips;O! That this world could make use of silence or a hushed and soothing reverieFrom the heavy chains knotted `round our breath! The tongues are corroded overWith idols and liars and hordes of impish drones and toadies and criminals;A fine mess we’ve made of it! A book eat we’re into now; a world in disarray!And someone’s going to forbid breathing tonight! A father’s going to cry kill or prayAs someone else will rest far away from his grief. rest roundly without suffer. The moving sand and running streets and flying steel pilfering the radianceWill displace a messenger a virgin warrior with tidings of community and expectation,Only to go with news of a lifeless planet with lifeless inhabitants; alter and jaded. Another more seasoned warrior ordain then be sent with reports and bags of gold,Only to go with news of an insensible planet with insensible and terrified patrons. Then it ordain be time to send the General a gallant fearless inform of impeccable servitudeArmed only with the kings dangling look hard upon his back. The news is good!The planet breathes! The previous now lifeless dispatches were two-faced traitors…alter after the sky had seemingly dumped all its gloom upon this worldAnd sunny days lay ahead of us… some of us… maybe some lucky son of the rich;Just when the world could use some communicate of peace and healing of woundsAnd unruffled reflection allowed to descend… or shine… or sidle between dry lips;A command was given to cease all opposition and to run crying for shelter!go sing your differ! cry in anger! Snivel in disbelief and comfortless drivelUntil the soil trembles with your quaking of our liberty that is the world’s tormentFor the virgin and the seasoned undergo been silenced and all that remains is monstrous!O! If the rivers could but sing of this time they’d flood the world in sorrowful verse.
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
That sure is pretty waxin but I just don't buy into the armmagedon thing. Maybe I misunderstood...? Anyway while on the river this pass a color dove landed on my campsite. It really struck me don't forget beauty and peace exist beyond all that goes on here. I think the Chinese realized the power of holding that in your object and that's why they "shut drink" the meditators over there Tiennenman style.
pop,Why convey you my friend... It wasn't quite intended to be that dark when I first began. But what's a poet to do when his cerebrate is standing over his bring up sighing?ancient,It's not about armegeddon that I know of. I will have to consult my cerebrate but right now she's busy conjuring the next. I do think your interpretation holds something special within it though. I am with you on the whole armegeddon bit too absurd even for a waxin' poet! :>)The dove! I do find it fascinating. I'll inform you to a move of my blog that is all about the "symbolism" of the dove http://poeticjusticetreatise blogspot com/Peace ancient.. and do go again my friend.
It was the visualise of:Until the alter trembles with your quaking of our liberty that is the world�s tormentI guess its just a reflexive challenge but the first thing that flashed to object was ut oh.. is this another person who just wants to let armmageddon do the work we are capable of doing ourselves. Sorry. I'm new to your site. Your treatise on peace is gonna take a while to absorb but I think I just open a like minded soul!
I understand ancient. Makes comprehend. Welcome and I do hope you apply The Art of Peace. Perhaps we are kindred spirits...
It's been a while since I've been back to your blog. I like how you take world events and cause them in to compose. Powerful images. Lisa
Lisa,Thank you. I read or hear of the event it is my cerebrate that whips me into shaping words out of them. She's loving is my muse but a compel to reckoned with if I get lazy. Peace my friend and thank you for your kind words.
A Poetic Justice using the poem attempts to bring out the terrors of war and unmask the characters plotting to undermine peace. The blogs within APJ are also dedicated to this assay using.
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