Sandy claws will emerge
from a chimney of smoke
bearing gifts of
flame and death
as more young men
get bagged and make it
home in time for Christmas.
boxed up neatly
and wrapped in red, white and blue
they'll be laid lovingly
beneath pine trees
in Arlington as honored guests.
Stockings will be filled
three times a week
with one foot
and one stump
as twenty-something boys
hobble off to bed
As infused offenses mount
in Afghanistan and Iraq
where thousands more
are sent to make
palm trees their tannanbaum
decorated with tracers
and pieces of flesh
Insurgents will be packaging
little surprises all along
the pathways to the those
"Little Towns Of Death-Mayhem!"
where......
how still our young boys lie
above that deep and dreamless sleep
their silenced souls fly by
Tiny infants burned beyond recognition
will be washed in the tears of
the grieving mothers
seeking their lost babes
and wailing, "What child is this?"
God/Allah will sit in his heavens
and shrug his shoulders at
this so called holy war
where both sides kill in his name
with neither understanding
that he sent his only son
to die for a much nobler cause
over two thousand years ago
of course they were still
fighting back then
in Baghdad and along the Tigris
He died to give men free will
a choice over good and evil
and some choose to kill one other
for the will to be free of thier choices
After a couple thousand
or more dead men later
and a couple of hundred thousand
or more dead Iraqis,
both the innocent and guilty.
Long past the sanity of goodwill to men
some Christmas may finally bring home our boys
at least all of those who are not slain
They will fly home
shouting "hooorah, hoorah hoorah!!!"
on jet fueled sleighs
bearing a temporary peace
and the hope that
some "Silent night, Starless night"
all across this troubled planet
in the distant daze ahead
we might all once again
"sleep in heavenly peace."
but for now it's
another hapless holiday
for so many souls
caught up in the ugliness
of this season of war.
Author notes
Parody on "Oh, Little town Of Bethlehem:
"Little towns of death-mayhem!"
how still our young boys lie
above that deep and dreamless sleep
as their silenced souls fly by.
the grieving mothers
seeking their lost babes
and wailing, "What child is this?"
"Silent night, Starless night"
all across this troubled planet
in the distant daze ahead
we might all once again
"sleep in heavenly peace"
A contest entry
- We Wish You A Scary Christmas by Dmonik.
1750 points, ended January 1, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - X-Mas!!! by leslielovesthomas.
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reminds me of an old joke... tasteless but funny. what do u do if an iraqi with half a head comes running at you? stop laughing and reload.
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feral,
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That is a very unpleasant joke. How would you feel if your neighbours had their tits blown off by foreign mercenaries? I have some REALLY nice ones for you featuring bodybags containing mashed yank corpses. IM me and I'll send you them. I suggest you keep your racist jokes to yourself.
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Jeez... Consistent...
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suc a sad but true work of art, you pointed out alot of truth in this poem however it is so sad.... war is so ugly!
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GOOD LUCK! this is a very grabbing piece.
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Wow!! What a horrifying piece you have penned here!! You managed to put many of the classics in here with a heart breaking twist. Good luck in the contest.
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Blink!!! Made me think and agree...
Fighting a war with an Arab country was insanity on our part because they love to fight us and are delighted to have the chance. It will never end because their tribes love to fight each other, too. Your poem is marvelous. 
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thanks for entering. good luck
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Thanks for your entry. I shall read it thoroughly upon judging.
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