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 Life Poetry



DonatePrivateId: 20101.07.2009
By:  GHKadmin  
Laos.
You can see the fields of Laos
Where they’ve been bombed to death
The children with missing limbs
Trying to catch their breath

Out of the sky they came
Murder by unseen hand
A pitiful excuse following rules
Bury your head in the sand

For thirty pieces of silver
Drop your bombs anywhere
Then go home to your wife and kids
Without a thought or care

It’s all old news now
The reporters have left the store
They’re not interested in aftermath
Only the glory of war

Revenge would be tempting indeed
Even though being a pacifist
How they feel so far away
The ones responsible for this

They’ll take their children to church
No shrapnel there to maim or hurt
Pray and ask forgiveness
Walk home feeling so overt

Well Jesus’ emotions must be on fire
To have a flock like this
It must have reminded him of the time
When he felt Judas’ kiss
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