sadly nothing’s changed
today’s just like yesterday
and like tomorrow
so rising to face the new day
leaves nothing for me to say
war
razed…
we
destroy
that which
threatens
our
limited understanding
of
the world
leaving room
only
for those thoughts
that narrowly
match
our beliefs
mavors’ fables…
tell me
no more stories
of
war
i don’t want
to
hear
about
acts of valor
on
the battlefield
or
families left behind
orphaned
by
political
and
corporate greed
no
don’t
tell me
another story
until
you can
raise
the dead
mere shadows in history…
ashen outlines
of
bodies
on
city streets
and
vacant lots
will
soon ascend
into
the winds of time
graying
tomorrow’s skies
obscuring
visions
of
freedom and justice
and
concealing
the ashes
of
sacrificed souls
memories lost
within
time’s blowing sands
and
when the winds
die down
there’ll be no trace
of
the battles
raged
or
those
who offered
more
than
words
but one voice…
can’t hear
own
thoughts
too much noise
trafficking
from
lies and hate
masking out
voices
in
pain
homeless dreams
some
wrapped
in
the currency
of
war
but
what
can
one voice
do
to rise
above
war’s cacophony
of
misery
though
a simple solution
one
could join
the choir
of
hope
sending forth
words
of
unwavering
belief
in tomorrow
that
grasps
the minds
of
social sinners
like
an old gospel hymn
swaying
the coldest heart
towards
redemption
or
offer up
such a sweet solo
of
truth
so
powerful
that
the walls
of
deception
crumble
into dust
revealing
all
that was hidden
that
my friend
is
what
one voice
can
do
so
rejoice
personal denomination…
my love is my religion
and unlike other faiths
it produces no wars
nor leaves the earth scarred
due to awareness of this fleeting existence
creation…
and man created satan
in his own image
to conceal his essence
thus having a viable
scapegoat
deep-seated human rights problems…
crime doesn’t pay
unless you’re building a nation
then everything from murder
to rape is appropriate
to become a superpower
right to life…
battlefields abort life
should there not be laws
banning the termination
of human life
after the third trimester
preprogrammed…
impulses must be arrested
firing patterns altered
from societal inscribed behaviors
otherwise history repeats
and extinction’s accelerated
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