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POEM: LONG PEASE FOR POEM (PT 9)

Long Poem For Peace (PT9)
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I will slay you
the nightmares will begin
they will dance in your heads as you pray
people will fear your eyes
they will despise your face
you will not hide from me
the good people will shout you down
the righteous
the kind
the wise
they will shut you away
in a desolate land to live your lives out
no longer the slayers of peace loving people
I am shaking your world
snarling across your land
hero time is over
reality is pain, death destruction
all the crazy requests
please universe join in
help us win this war
kill
I will give you that answer now
open the door to a stranger who will not leave
until the last warrior tribe is gone
gone
the lie is untold
                                                
Image result for dog and boy in an explosion
 
He got the boy a dog
his mama thinks
I won't let him walk behind me
I will see where he goes
and follow in his steps
he loves the dog
they slept together the first night
and he follows his dog carefully
and there are forgotten mines
mama forgot about them
for boy and dog it was love
mother saw the explosion
she ran past the bloody spot and up the mountain
she sleeps in the deep valley floor
the wolves had a fine meal

Image result for man in prison suffering
 
Yesterday my prison Guard told me
now there is only grief
so quiet, so complete
time stands still
when we danced in the moon light
when we laughed at the babies smiles
we planted the spring garden
we moved the goats up the mountain
we did not know
the war had started
it will never end
it can not be undone
it is your war
I am sad
blistering wretched pain beyond hell
Image result for afghanistan man slitting children throats

Complete insanity
to turn on my own wife and son
slay them in their bed
while they looked at me in terror
I was in Afghanistan when it began
I knew the moment
it snapped
the boy danced as the bullets hit him
wrong place
wrong time
wrong move
collateral damage
he jerked and twisted on the ground
I shot him once more
still as the sun
the day stands fixed forever
I am here
something came undone
I was turned lose to run wild
I turned and walked away
to my childhood
the cold river in summer
swimming and fishing,
the mist on the river at dawn
my father and uncle, cooking breakfast
, fish and grits
the sandy beach in the bend
the sip of whiskey in the evening,
the fire turned to starlight
explosions
ripping into me
smashed down with unearthly pain
the boy and I
bleeding in the alley
departed this world
he did not return,
I did
now I stand looking at the bloody bed
you can smell death in your very air
war!
I am in your children s eyes
they ask
why?
You tell them
to save the world
or claim our peoples land......
             by David Wetzel

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