Manimals
they walk with minds murderous
mouthing principles of highest order
but the atrocities continue to fire
in rage of fits mankind blunder themselves
vision is dead, and mission sways;
in the middle of apathy
each passes the sympathy
guns and grenades made constant companion
in search of man to make bodies so the wooden coffins be filled
and stuffed far deep into the earth's bosom;
in life the dead was silenced
in dead they remain silent
none speaks peace nor survival
rage continually expressed
suppression is a question of weakness
they march ahead singing loud
a song of bravery for a callous victory
stomping heartless on hopes of man
irrespective of age and gender.
posted by cyclopseven at 12/29/2006 07:48:00 pm
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