Random Thoughts

              the angry machinery of war arrives
              belching flames
              and dust

            to splatter hearts and shatter bone
            across the ground
            and sky

          nameless corpses are human pawns
          their grisly wounds
          and blood

        the dangerous men that declare these deeds
        who order the killing
        "for what?"

      they command and control from comfortable cocoons
      their type does not die
      they profit -

    raising pious crosses to mourn the passing (meaningless misery)
    while telling lies
    about death

    8/5/03 - 5 AM

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