In a place called sane
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
689
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I Declare War!
I Declare War!
I declare war, my club to your spades!
Now it’s a mantra; the presidents game.
A war in Iraq, a war in north Spain,
No matter the reason’s, a war of deep shame.
The gas prices raised, back down, up again
Tempers flared high, and war is to blame.
The goal is for freedom and an end to all strife,
When strife is the tool, though, that isn’t right,
And what is the payment, the cost to our life?
Martin Luther King Jr. had something to say,
About the violence of people and those caught in the fray,
So he made his own war, and gave his people some sway,
And never used violence, never hit-come what may.
If it worked back then, then why not today?
He was an American and that was his way.
We send men overseas to squash fires with flames,
To protect the land of the free and the home of the brave,
But, you’re neither brave nor free when you’re down in your grave.
I declare war, my club to your spades!
Now it’s a mantra; the presidents game.
A war in Iraq, a war in north Spain,
No matter the reason’s, a war of deep shame.
The gas prices raised, back down, up again
Tempers flared high, and war is to blame.
The goal is for freedom and an end to all strife,
When strife is the tool, though, that isn’t right,
And what is the payment, the cost to our life?
Martin Luther King Jr. had something to say,
About the violence of people and those caught in the fray,
So he made his own war, and gave his people some sway,
And never used violence, never hit-come what may.
If it worked back then, then why not today?
He was an American and that was his way.
We send men overseas to squash fires with flames,
To protect the land of the free and the home of the brave,
But, you’re neither brave nor free when you’re down in your grave.