Sacred 14/5/2007
Thunder breaking from the ground
Swirling clouds of dust abound
Nostrils flair to acrid air
Suicidal brave may dare
Cuts from scorching bright to black
To return, is far away
Loaded near to breaking back
Through the night until they say
Machines of death and butchery
Made to shape our history
Only used when needs be?
Crushing forward, for liberty?
Do Christians go to war for gain?
For essence far below the earth?
Make reasons for to change our view.
Substantiating rumored lies?
Thousands now are dead
For what the politicians said
No greater liability
Than take my life away from me
Melvyn 14th May 2007
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