Long Poem For Peace (PT8)
It is is cold,
ice is every where
the door on the little shed swings on its leather hinges
the goats are all gone,
nothing moves but the swing of the door
in the house the hearth is cold
the chimney moans
the old photograph looks down in silence at the sunlight in the dust
on the table dinner places are still set
the circles of light
trace the bullet holes in the roof and walls
in the spring the rats will finish cleaning the bones
it was just a short five day war
it was over in five minutes
this scene is alive
the screams will reverberate forever in the cold air
as the old man
clings to the old woman
the goats roasted well over the fire made from the fence
for mother Russia
all of you will be contacted
each in you own day
Now I will not rest
until every grave is opened
and every wretched lie is put before you written
so you can make no mistake
what foolish nonsense brings me to this path
you will know me
the great gray battleship bathed in the early morning sunlight
the long graceful sheer line
towering towering guns
tons of steel and brass
all the drawings, calculations machine figures, builders and mathematical wizards
configuration
a massive undertaking
for killing
and destruction
yes
are we free from this
no
I see the memorial park, with its bombers and submarine
it is beside the great ship in the sun
the big jet fighter on the sign
every one of you has the seed that grows this fruit of conflict
let them gather the memories of reality
war memorials should be awash in blood and shattered bones
the sounds of burning drowning men
All who gather around, and listen to the fire starters
those crafty speakers who begin the killing
with simple words
will see the blood that dribbles down their chins
as they build their wars
your eyes will see now
I will get behind your mind and illuminate the screen
if you have read this
it is done
you may laugh and trash
the page
then you will see it is yours
you gave it to your children
the world has ton es of this junk
all the schools that were not built
hospitals that did not happen
missiles, biochemical warfare labs, lazier ray particle cannons....3 billion
a linear rail projectile accelerator
a few more microwave ultra distance brain cookers
they all cling to me
they are a moving mountain of artillery pieces, airplanes, and ships
factory upon factory bombs bullets and land mines
the forges and anvils to hammer out all the bloody tools of war,
as far as the eye can see
they pile up in all direction
I will give you a memorial !
a mountain of bones as big as the moon
to shine down on you at night
your leaders should have a rotten stinking nest of vipers snapping at your leaders heads when they
talk of war
you holy men
these fires
you
SHOULD BE MOST AFRAID OF ALL
blood will come as tears, from your eyes
for all of your cunning lies
I am truth
ice is every where
the door on the little shed swings on its leather hinges
the goats are all gone,
nothing moves but the swing of the door
in the house the hearth is cold
the chimney moans
the old photograph looks down in silence at the sunlight in the dust
on the table dinner places are still set
the circles of light
trace the bullet holes in the roof and walls
in the spring the rats will finish cleaning the bones
it was just a short five day war
it was over in five minutes
this scene is alive
the screams will reverberate forever in the cold air
as the old man
clings to the old woman
the goats roasted well over the fire made from the fence
for mother Russia
all of you will be contacted
each in you own day
Now I will not rest
until every grave is opened
and every wretched lie is put before you written
so you can make no mistake
what foolish nonsense brings me to this path
you will know me
the great gray battleship bathed in the early morning sunlight
the long graceful sheer line
towering towering guns
tons of steel and brass
all the drawings, calculations machine figures, builders and mathematical wizards
configuration
a massive undertaking
for killing
and destruction
yes
are we free from this
no
I see the memorial park, with its bombers and submarine
it is beside the great ship in the sun
the big jet fighter on the sign
every one of you has the seed that grows this fruit of conflict
let them gather the memories of reality
war memorials should be awash in blood and shattered bones
the sounds of burning drowning men
All who gather around, and listen to the fire starters
those crafty speakers who begin the killing
with simple words
will see the blood that dribbles down their chins
as they build their wars
your eyes will see now
I will get behind your mind and illuminate the screen
if you have read this
it is done
you may laugh and trash
the page
then you will see it is yours
you gave it to your children
the world has ton es of this junk
all the schools that were not built
hospitals that did not happen
missiles, biochemical warfare labs, lazier ray particle cannons....3 billion
a linear rail projectile accelerator
a few more microwave ultra distance brain cookers
they all cling to me
they are a moving mountain of artillery pieces, airplanes, and ships
factory upon factory bombs bullets and land mines
the forges and anvils to hammer out all the bloody tools of war,
as far as the eye can see
they pile up in all direction
I will give you a memorial !
a mountain of bones as big as the moon
to shine down on you at night
your leaders should have a rotten stinking nest of vipers snapping at your leaders heads when they
talk of war
you holy men
these fires
you
SHOULD BE MOST AFRAID OF ALL
blood will come as tears, from your eyes
for all of your cunning lies
I am truth
By David Wetzel
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