Long Poem For Peace (PT6)
I am a child then
I am a child now
begging you to understand what you do
when you speak of hate
open the gate
loose this beast
unleash this tempest
this insanity transferred
around the circle of time
give in to this destruction,
embrace this passion
of love gone to hell
behold I am yours
who am I ?
war
hate
that flings a child snatched from his mother's arms into a well
and laughs
you can not understand
I am the new mother
listening to the rain on the roof and looking in wonder at the new babe in my arms
the night is quiet and peaceful
the terrible heat is broken
the air is cool and sweet
you do not understand
time falls into itself
it is, as it was, as it will be
you decide
I am before you in power and mystery
I am not easy
or pleasant
no
American reality television
splatted with the blood of an Afghan bride
would scream across the air waves into oblivion
you can not comprehend
(but you will)
see the blood stained dress?
the sad corpse ?
the insane groom?
and a room in hell for the architect of it?
you
don't get it yet?
hello
its your dollar
and your collage grad
your baby boy
sent off to school
at seventeen years old to be the next high priest of the Holy war
he has His father"s sword in his hand
the explosive vest
on his chest
your beautiful child
all crazy with jihad
you know he is yours
they all will die today
thank you
weep for this sad sundown
I see and so the profit is god
kaboom
it is done and I have run out of mercy
awake and see
feel the death you embrace in your complacency
it is your sad song
all the mothers and fathers
concern is there for the children
when they take them to the temple to be blessed
or baptized
and they dip them in the holy river
or pass them over the backs of twenty cows
all for the blessings of a good life
property, love and peace
a different song
a different chant
some expect to live again
some forever
no-one looks to die
just like that
on an airplane
going home
or to see grandmother
darkness
out the window
on to the tarmac
shot to make a point
frozen in time
suspended in the Nazi ice water
survival duration experiment
you shoved me under when i tried to get out of the brine pool
the absolute moment
held me in complete terror
helpless
dark came
quietly floating down
don't ask for forgiveness
I wont to remember you
only the sun singing on the river
I could free you if I remember
but I don't,
it was to dark
help me understand this
I was nailing shingles on my barn
Mary had fixed a nice breakfast
we made love in the big feathered bed
(she wanted to)
any way, I was about to hammer a nail into a shingle
when it went red and dark
all was a ringing
I remember falling into the hay rake
the tongs run through me
the wind out of the west had the smell of gun smoke on it
I heard Mary scream
what in the world?a snipers job is to kill
he was a sympathizer
so I shot him off his barn
one less enemy
fly before me
wind of rage and revenge
fly before me
fire and gunshots
fly the dreams of destruction turned into day light realities
you stand and wonder how it came to this ?
fly before me all the words
aimed at twisting hearts of men,
one against the other
pay now
the dance is over
you will stand before the fire of truth and....
be seen no more.
I am a child now
begging you to understand what you do
when you speak of hate
open the gate
loose this beast
unleash this tempest
this insanity transferred
around the circle of time
give in to this destruction,
embrace this passion
of love gone to hell
behold I am yours
who am I ?
war
hate
that flings a child snatched from his mother's arms into a well
and laughs
you can not understand
I am the new mother
listening to the rain on the roof and looking in wonder at the new babe in my arms
the night is quiet and peaceful
the terrible heat is broken
the air is cool and sweet
you do not understand
time falls into itself
it is, as it was, as it will be
you decide
I am before you in power and mystery
I am not easy
or pleasant
no
American reality television
splatted with the blood of an Afghan bride
would scream across the air waves into oblivion
you can not comprehend
(but you will)
see the blood stained dress?
the sad corpse ?
the insane groom?
and a room in hell for the architect of it?
you
don't get it yet?
hello
its your dollar
and your collage grad
your baby boy
sent off to school
at seventeen years old to be the next high priest of the Holy war
he has His father"s sword in his hand
the explosive vest
on his chest
your beautiful child
all crazy with jihad
you know he is yours
they all will die today
thank you
weep for this sad sundown
I see and so the profit is god
kaboom
it is done and I have run out of mercy
awake and see
feel the death you embrace in your complacency
it is your sad song
all the mothers and fathers
concern is there for the children
when they take them to the temple to be blessed
or baptized
and they dip them in the holy river
or pass them over the backs of twenty cows
all for the blessings of a good life
property, love and peace
a different song
a different chant
some expect to live again
some forever
no-one looks to die
just like that
on an airplane
going home
or to see grandmother
darkness
out the window
on to the tarmac
shot to make a point
frozen in time
suspended in the Nazi ice water
survival duration experiment
you shoved me under when i tried to get out of the brine pool
the absolute moment
held me in complete terror
helpless
dark came
quietly floating down
don't ask for forgiveness
I wont to remember you
only the sun singing on the river
I could free you if I remember
but I don't,
it was to dark
help me understand this
I was nailing shingles on my barn
Mary had fixed a nice breakfast
we made love in the big feathered bed
(she wanted to)
any way, I was about to hammer a nail into a shingle
when it went red and dark
all was a ringing
I remember falling into the hay rake
the tongs run through me
the wind out of the west had the smell of gun smoke on it
I heard Mary scream
what in the world?a snipers job is to kill
he was a sympathizer
so I shot him off his barn
one less enemy
fly before me
wind of rage and revenge
fly before me
fire and gunshots
fly the dreams of destruction turned into day light realities
you stand and wonder how it came to this ?
fly before me all the words
aimed at twisting hearts of men,
one against the other
pay now
the dance is over
you will stand before the fire of truth and....
be seen no more.
By David Wetzel
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