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29/11/2007
Cathy Adeli a Poem
Beat it out make it sting
Cry over lost wings.
what will it bring? One life back ALIVE and why?
But first, why did their mother let them go
Their sister, brother, mother of the mother
Am I to believe they did not know that
War is Hell
the vices we weave into a web of lies our lives.
We must protect you and me. they will come back alive
To the home of the brave the land of the free
My country is right and has the might so we must fight
For peace and justice and the American Way
We’ll get those kooks or krauts or whatever name
It is all the same dehumanizing to kill, torture, and maim.
For oil, water, gold, slaves, the trade, barter, endless charters
Treaties and agreements without any shame
Some endless lotto game without a name until it is yours.
Beat it out. Make it sting what will it bring
Contortions, distortions, bald faced lies
War contained killing restrained wars in the war zone
Just another dog fight over some old bone
The losers, the ones that die, and is that why we cry
They lost the game, not that they died,
Wrapped in red white and blue, they go.
They fight brave, true and bold and come home
Disfigured, dead bodies, hearts, eyes and souls.
And the other side, wrapped in their colors fighting mean
The children that must be saved
Their bodies and brains washed and hung
In bloody rain beneath flags waved.Beat it out make it sting no
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