Is that what it takes to be safe in home ?
I dedicate this poem to the Marine, Lance Humberto Mendoza ,who refused to kill 5 innocent Iraqi children and to all the soldiers in the world who refuse to kill the civilian people in wars.
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Whoever brought
Me here as a Christmas box
Must send me back
Home
I am not a cold machine
or a man made of stone.
Tanks,
Kiowa,
Apache
filling the earth and the air.
Boom
Children fall like flies,
swimming in blood pools
Some legs here,
Some hands there
Houses tumbled down to the ground
Mosques and Churches alike couldn't escape the collateral damage
Cars,buses..stopped dead in its tracks
Schools filled and then emptied
all from the fear of leathernecks
Electricity flicks on and off
Supplies are scarce.
What for ?
petrol?
Money?
Satiating the pride?
Is that what it takes to be safe in home ?
Is that what it takes to raise the flag and put medals on the chests?
Where are the people who are supposed to greet us with flowers?
Where is the red-carpet treatment?
Where are Gog and Magog?
I am asking you..
The one in nice black suit
and glistening shoes
Yes,you..
The vehicle of God
The commander in grief
Whose words enlightens the blind
Offering a perch to the old dove to sing
Don' t turn left or right or behind
Stay where you are
hands up
so I can see them
Don' t move
Butcher
You can't wash your hands of the blood
dripping,
digging holes in my soul.
The mask has fallen off
The truth is revealed
The game is over
Your time is nigh
Three trillion missing
Ten billion on the route
to feed bulldozer to raze villages
and send people to the the exile.
What for?
petrol?
Money?
Satiating the pride?
Is that what it takes to be safe in home?
Is that what it takes to overturn a tyrant?.
I did what I did for the country
Eye for an eye,
Life for a life,
There was a man must die
who bit our hands
and made us a laughing-stock
I did what I did to create a spark filling us with delight
I did what I did
Cause the web had been weaved
and the die was cast
I beg now for my salubrity
spare me
I am an old dog
No longer wanted.
Flesh decaying
hopeless
Lost in crowd
Devoid of emotion
Free of compassion
Captive
Weakly
One foot in the grave
The other in the grass
Nay,nay,nay..
A million screams of munchkins
still screech echoes through the universe
A million curses arising day by day
from the four quarters when a bullet pierced a chest
A million trodden flowers will never ever sprout out
in the East.
Hiroshima,Vietnam,
Babel now
The same scenario
The same mentality
The same pompous colonial show
Is that what it takes to be safe in home?
Is that what it takes to keep our sky everlastingly golden
and lifestyle highly lucrative?
Is that what it takes to find a pleasure in blowing up the whole nation?
Stop hurting my ears
and spewing the very pit of my core
Be off,drop the outfit
Fling yourself into the jail
There is no point any longer
No life anymore.
Crippling,
Haunting,
Overwhelming
I am.
Hysterically crying
over elderly women cuddling their dead Beloved ones
over a tanned lifeless fist clenched a smidge of sugar
over a babbling stream that is now all dried up
over burning libraries with which they share ancient kinship.
The bridge is broken beyond repair,
You must be sent to jail
If not, so prepare yourself for the Divine Wrath.
