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Forgotten Kids Of The Sand

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desert-kids

 

 

Children of the sand and blood
Weaned on the teat of devastation
Hiding amongst decaying bodies
Limbs scattered across the caravans
On the weary road to democracy
Burnt offerings on Sabbath afternoons
Trickling briny droplets of desperation
Oil oozing from their open wounds
The desert kids scream out in silence
Drying their eyes on a desert sandstorm
While micturating into the Arabian wind
No one cares about you young ones
You’re children born of the desert sin
A pawn on the global chessboard
But have no fear my friend
Bombs are coming to drill for oil
And displace you once again

 

Nighttime glows in flash of fire
Strobe light oracles of destruction
Lighting the way so they can kneel
Praying East ward for a better day
But explosions topple any serenity
While the generals smile and take a bow
Their bombs roaring thunderous applause
A child looks up and cries as shrapnel flies
With sand caked orbs the children weep
Naked and alone in the ravaged street
Without a scrap of food to eat
Because no one cares of your plight
Just a casualty in an endless fight
Children don’t equate to profits
But they absorb the sorrows of prophets
Warning that arrows of aggression fly
Burning throughout the nighttime sky
Winds blow hopeless in glassless window panes
Acid rains
Buzzing drones replace the stars overhead
Missiles drill deep for Sultans tallow
Scaring the bones down to the marrow
But we can’t hear the child who cries
We’re to busy purchasing lies

 

The desert carpet smolders with smoke
Singing the children’s lungs, making them choke
They can’t even flee the ruins created by uncivil unions
Surrounded by uniforms of atrocity and hate
Charred remains of civilization
The dismantling of an entire nation
The memories shiver and hide the guilt
The lambs left to graze in crimson silt
The generals try hard to forget the horrors they have seen
Because if they remember
They’ll be forced to hang their heads in shame
Never be able to wage war again
Nor order one more devastating attack
So they just turn their backs
Pray their souls up to the skies
So we can all shut our eyes
Not look at the abhorrent assault
And pretend the plight of the desert kids
Is really not our fault
Don’t just be anti-war, be pro-peace.. Live and Love in Peace

 

 

Ghosts of Wars

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ghosts

 

 

The ghosts of war don’t only lie dead on the battlefield, they live in the hearts and minds of those we lead into war and send back home wounded mentally, emotionally and physically, and the destruction of families and towns we leave behind. The young children and fatherless families whose homes are in ruins, the ones we claimed to liberate but actually left orphaned by war. The women and men we send to fight the wars then forget about once they‘re home. Is it truly a victory when we see towns, cities, and families left in a world of bombed out destruction then ease our conscience saying we liberated them? They aren’t free, they’re devastated by monumental loss. You can’t bomb and kill for someone else’s freedom if your not willing to acknowledge and become accountable for the horror left in the wake. War is easy, costly but easy. Peace takes far more work but the outcome is far more rewarding. Don’t be anti-war, be pro-peace…..

 

 

 

 

Haunting blackness creeps amidst the home of the brave

Umbra’s of guilt and remorse obscuring many a lost heart

Bodies and appendages in blood-soaked jigsaw explosions

Troubled back at home worlds of survivors fall torn apart

Sent back whence they came like last weeks bad news

Shoved into halls of healing or lost attics to gather dust

Damaged oxide soldiers left to battle out in the street

Out so long in the rain their like the Tin Man they rust

 

 

Raison d’etre drowns in murky waters of battle

Perhaps the fortunate never return to burning scorn

Of the people they promised to lay life on the line

Who scoff while memories and souls are morbidly forlorn

The deaths of men and women sent into paths of destruction

Commune as the phantom civilians called collateral damage

War has no preference of whom shall own their sorrow

Nor who shall suffer from it’s murderous mismanage

 

 

 

Over the devastated fields of meaningless victories

The generals fragile smile glistened in the sunlight

But whenever the sun shines over innocence lost

Shadows of darkness are cast beyond the light

The defiant officer could sense his oncoming penance

Knowing one day his hollow smile destined nevermore

Chimeras and wraiths will gather in a punishing storm

Then he’ll lay beseeched amongst the ghosts of his war

 

 

 

 

Sorrow fills the cracks of the Generals once armored conscience

The strategic leader questioning his role of insanity

His legacy will be written in the blood of his martyrs

His guilt etched into his crimes of war and humanity

Then faceless apparitions will stand shoulder to shoulder

Held up by their loved ones grief both intense and internal

Past the homeless and misplaced wraiths of his mongering

The general alone to face his amassing guilt eternal

 

 

And the dark shadow from the caves and fields of his horrors

Fell across the floor and the walls of his now lonely room

A silhouette dangling from the rope of a misplaced destiny

A fitting end to the machines in which he created such doom

And the people will shake their heads and stare at the floor

When one takes their own life for the ghosts of their war

 

 

 

 

Be The First One On Your Block To Have Your Boy Come Home in a Box

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be the first

Schoolyard fights and bloody noses just one of the crowd
Trying to find his way through life he never got too loud
Normal kid in a normal life just like a million others
Mom Dad an older Sis, four young and faithful brothers
Born another average healthy kid just like you and me
Do the right thing god and country a soldier he would be

Blacklight posters
Day glow paint
He’s a rebel
No restraint
Beatle boots
Pointed shoes
paisley print
Bell bottom blues
Long hair hippie
Aint no biggie
English fashion
We love Twiggy
World on fire
Burn baby burn
No deposit
No return

Grew so fast and learned so much in a boring little town
Never let the weight of world fall and take him down
Kickball baseball young kid games a catch out back with Dad
Had a Duncan yo-yo, lava lamp and every latest fad
Did his homework studied hard and earned himself good grades
We rode our bicycles every year in the holiday parades

Monkees on TV
Batman too
Ginger or Maryanne
Which one would you do?
A groovy story
Of a groovy bunch
See the Lone Ranger
On his box of lunch
Granny and hillbillies
Tripping Dick Van Dyke
Flipper the dolphin
Bronson on his Bike
99 and Maxwell
A very pretty witch
Saturday morning cartoons
Scooby & Ritchie Rich

But when his number came up he was selected in draft
Moving to Saigon where he’s sure to get the shaft
Fighting for his country and for his family’s honor
The general never told Mom that her son will likely be a goner
Its easy when you send young kids to someone else’s shore
While yours are at home safe and free from being drafted into a war
Assassinations become the norm as well as governmental con
John -Bobby -Martin King I turned around and they were gone

Gone, baby, gone
Died for his country
Mama carried on
Daddy even cried
Lost his first born son
How did all this happen
When will all this end?
VD crabs the clap
Malaria and typhus
Forget about disease
Cuban missile crisis
Drop the bomb
Drop the bomb
Kill the dirty commies
Blow up Viet Nam

Just one more of many deaths to parade across the news
So many young ones died for Nielson ratings and reviews
A grisly war played out on screens all across the TV nation
To prove they care they give the maimed a purple commendation
Too many of our children harmed, too many now deceased
While oil and giant businesses continue getting greased

Does it matter
Who cares
Brother’s dead
Mom in tears
Wounded soldiers
That’s their fate
Vets get help
Too little too late
Protest march
Peaceful rally
Songs of freedom
Tin Pan Alley
Pete and Woody
Jim ‘a crowin’
Bobs freewheeling
Wind is blowing

We need to stop the killing and fighting war is just insane
Finding peace solutions seems like what we should obtain
As humans keep on dying for the power and the oil
The annihilation of our planet seems to figure in it all
We have to make them listen to the peaceful rants and raves
Or the place of all our residence will be dead and in our graves

Make Love
Not War
Flower Power
Feed the poor
Turn on
Tune in
Hawks and Doves
For the win
Elect Nixon
He’s great
Impeach Nixon
Watergate
Denounce war
Declare peace
Increase love
Let hate cease

I long for the day when every nation declares peace on every other nation. You may say that I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one. I hope some day you’ll join us, and the world will live as one. Thank you John Lennon, there are some who still strive to keep your dream alive…..Imagine That! PEACE