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I release you
Child
With a pocket, full of patriotism
And a gun
Slung lazily around your shoulder
You shoot to kill
But you are ill
From the fumes
Of malevolence
And burning buildings
Where risky decisions
Are first reaction
And mass murderers
Are war heroes
Honored
For their bravery
To kill a man
Where children
Are rivals
And mothers
Are weapons
And fathers
Are unmarked graves
Forgotten
As the sun goes down
Families were murdered on this day
Babies cried as mothers would slaughtered in front of them
Men were thrown away like a sour meat
But you can only wonder
Whether the blood stains
Will come out of your boots
- by Moptop Weber |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/29/2009 |
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- Title: Pocketful of Patriotism
- Artist: Moptop Weber
- Description: A poem. Not too much backstory, just wrote it. Its about war.
- Date: 09/29/2009
- Tags: pocketful patriotism
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Comments (1 Comments)
- justcallmejack - 09/29/2009
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really weird. .
but in a good way!!!!
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