Political dissension
Calls for revolting apprehensions
The falling of tides
Brings on the choosing of sides
Mass production of thoughtless hysterics
Slaughtering billions of faceless generics
Striking differences all the same
Barcodes now replace our names
Our earth
Our land
Still birth
right into the quicksand
The sounding alarms
The call to arms
Mounting horseless saddles
Riding in to do mechanical battle
Full of strife
Where's the life?
We are all gone
Love ya baby, so long
Now as the planes fly and the bombs drop
Without the ring, my question to pop
Why?
Author notes
by andywontdie aka steve shealy. This was written when i was in tech school in the air force. i was slowly starting to realize what i had really gotten myself into...enjoy.
A contest entry
- Kissing The War Goodbye by Dead Star--x.
600 points, ended February 2, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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right into the quicksand
The sounding alarms
The call to arms
i like that imagery♥
i like your viewpoint in this as well
Dead Star--x
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