War
By Carol Griffin
Scenarios have been running through the great minds of the world today.
To add to the world hypocrisy…
No one ever takes the blame.
But everyone is searching for a cure to the pain.
Is this justice?
Never a hope felt.
Never a fair trial dealt.
No one has concern as long as the people smile.
Is this justice?
War...
It’s easy to start and hard to forget.
People judge others not by how they know them but by how they perceive them.
The war in Iraq…
A few twisted perceptions.
Distorted reality.
Is this justice?
When do the ends justify the means?
The president making us believe what he wants us to.
If you don’t you will die.
Or we’ll track you down in the USA.
The big CIA.
Maybe lock you up in Guantanamo Bay.
Is this justice?
So many things kept inside.
Afraid to reveal feelings because of pride.
Even when they know something’s not right.
Does a vote make it right?
Is this justice?
When do the ends justify the means?
Not a cry.
Feelings repressed.
Internalized trepidation hidden from all the rest.
For fear of the governments wrath.
Is this justice?
Never proclaimed to be perfect.
Not even close.
Just a piece of work in progress.
Justice this is.
When do the ends justify the means?
Never.
Abuse never justifies “world peace!”
By Carol Griffin
Scenarios have been running through the great minds of the world today.
To add to the world hypocrisy…
No one ever takes the blame.
But everyone is searching for a cure to the pain.
Is this justice?
Never a hope felt.
Never a fair trial dealt.
No one has concern as long as the people smile.
Is this justice?
War...
It’s easy to start and hard to forget.
People judge others not by how they know them but by how they perceive them.
The war in Iraq…
A few twisted perceptions.
Distorted reality.
Is this justice?
When do the ends justify the means?
The president making us believe what he wants us to.
If you don’t you will die.
Or we’ll track you down in the USA.
The big CIA.
Maybe lock you up in Guantanamo Bay.
Is this justice?
So many things kept inside.
Afraid to reveal feelings because of pride.
Even when they know something’s not right.
Does a vote make it right?
Is this justice?
When do the ends justify the means?
Not a cry.
Feelings repressed.
Internalized trepidation hidden from all the rest.
For fear of the governments wrath.
Is this justice?
Never proclaimed to be perfect.
Not even close.
Just a piece of work in progress.
Justice this is.
When do the ends justify the means?
Never.
Abuse never justifies “world peace!”
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