Sunday, March 29, 2009

Poetry Post 155

War Politics
People say they love America because it's neutral
But the politics of America aren't even mutual
We take whatever they have to trade
And send them an army brigade
It's true every land that we spoil
Seems to strike oil
But if you don't agree that this is true
Don't attack if you can't defend your point of view

Wasted Work Ethic
A twenty level building, in each floor its own universe
Nobody explores the other realms, they just stay the course
The course of being stationary to each their own cubicle they go
Passerbys in awkward silence are the people they know
Never looking out, never speaking out, never getting out
Without seeing more seeking more you'll only know doubt
Wasted work ethic have killed humanity
Tied to our desks we don't know how to be free

Drafted III

Out on the battlefield
Next to a hundred souls killed
Staying in the foxhole to survive
Knowing its better not to kill and stay alive
It's sad to see how few amount of people knew
That you should do to others only only what you'd wish them to do to you
And that to murder
Is to lose the greater war

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