Anti-War

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Strider

 CREDO


Credo for the earth in captured cries
Once the womb
I stand at
Wars tomb

Mourn I shall not
For the mutilated youth
Confessions of a liar
Tell the truth

Devoured by dreams
Of how it once maybe
Was meant and maybe
Eventually

They sentence
You life
Sacrifical pleads
Does not
End
Your deeds

One verdict
Please
Peace

Mourganna¤

UNDER A BLOOD RED MOON & A CRIMSON TYPHOON

We was caught in hysteria
Feeling ever so humble
As the ground shook
With rage and with a sinister rumble
We chose our stance
Our chance to fight
We received concussions and severe fright
As we charge through infinite valleys of eternal death
In hope of catching a bullet between the teeth, or bullet proof mesh.
This battlefield we just want to leave
With a final push, we heave
The enemy’s relentless
But our army’s far from defenceless
Out of ammo and out of luck
We just want to get out of this sea of muck
We want to go home to our loved ones and friends
We want to go home so our minds can mend.
Under a blood red moon, and a crimson typhoon
I know I’ll see my family soon!

We Should


Don't wage war
Stop the suicide missions
Why risk our civilians and not the people in the prisons?
Inhibited hate
Stop and think
Why do we kill anyway?
Poisonous souls
Now the guilt is here to stay
I'm against murder any form or shape
Arm me with a new rifle and claim I'm fighting for the states
Tell my wife that I'm okay
Writing languishing letters of hope
I'm building castles in the air and hope they throw down a rope
I understand the struggle of our nation's corps
I support to the fullest
They have all my respect for sure
But I can't say the same for those who placed them in this pain
I understand if there's an aim
But we have an unexplained motive
What a shame
Killing our soldiers
We should just bring our people home to bring their families closer

They say 'imagine a dog fight'
all teeth and paws,
one master butt fucking his pet
so he can watch it do some real damage.
If you look over the heads
of the two dogs as they clash in mid-air
you'll see a fine suit...
A damn fine suit.
That's where the fight is,
just not the dirty part.
Hell! If I owned a suit like that
I wouldn't get it dirty
saving my wife.

Dogs don't have a fucking clue
what they're really doing,
and nor does a platoon of fresh blood
pumped full of testosterone
and, even worse, patriotism.

The fine suit is going to back both sides,
he's no idiot..
he leaves that to the killers
and the killed.

Forgive me for the nay say
this time around.
I've seen a lot of hate
bred from nothing but the mouth
of a few money hungry slime mongers,
and that's what the fighting is for.
I'll never be a soldier,
because I can only listen to myself,
and I reckon that's something
those boys could do with
before its too late,
which it already is.

Men and women
Leave love and life
To die
For money
To die for god
To die for imagernation

oor flag is blue an white.

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Enough blood hus been shed in this land
tae paint Ben Nevis rid,
we're no fer warmongerin.
we're mair bothered aboot hoosin
an makin shair the poor aye huv fid.

We'll pay postage an packagin
Here huv thum  back, ye militarist Yanks.
Git  Trident oaf eh the Gare Loch's banks.
We seek tae follae yer  revolutionary ideals
modernised an no yer current love eh tanks!
We've watched yer government in the US
dropein bombs an chorin eyle
we member what empire's like
an sae we ran a mile.

We've gote oor ane stocks in the North sea,
an we weill ken your history
dinnae bother us,we winnae huv yer spraff
we're no gony huv any mair maisters,dinnae coont us daft.

We're aye waiting fer a day
when nane eh oor sodgers uh'll be sent
oaf tae face the afghans or fight in Baghdad
cause we ken oppression when we see it
an iz Bannockburn showed we'll ayeweys fight it oaf like mad.
Sae nae mair will be the bullyboys eh the US or foost eh Britannia.
git yaist tae us sayin "no"
Cause if yez come tae us beggin "gie us a hand"
wir gony tell ye where 'ae go!

                                             Joseph  Coffee
                                               11 maxwell hse
                                                   Dublin
                                                    Eire


Dear president Obama

I am eleven now, and you know how you're like superman an all
fighting against evil people all round the world, well I want to
go and do that for you too.

My Dad says that your a tool and that I'm a fool for thinking that you're superman, he says that it's not the Taliban that you're after but oil, and that while you have a breath in your lungs you'll lie and lie and that untold men women and children will die until you drain the whole middle east dry.

I ran out of the room, because I know he just doesn't want me to go when I'm old enough to join up. he didn't have to be so mean though. It's not because you are black, because I heard him saying Bush must have been on crack to think he would get re elected.


I want to be a jar head, I want to kill all the baddies until they're dead and like someone said, we are either with you or against you.I am with you and my dad would be too if he wasn't so silly.


yours

Joseph Coffee 11 and a bit  

 


   
                                               

HUMANS DESTROY

I hate everybody because I fear them

Humans are the enemy, animals are my friends

No animal treats their species as bad as we do

While animals do kill others, they do so one at a time

Humans massacre each other, since the beginning of time

Animals kill to eat; once in a while they kill out of hate

Humans kill for a variety of reasons….the list is long

Never ending, always a new reason, has been this way

Since we stood up and walked…only to be supplanted

With gossip and slander; bearing false witness

To ruin another’s lot….by words alone

Religions try to stop man’s inhumanity…but fail always

We have not changed, we still plot, we still hate, we still oust

Those who are inconvenient, we think up clever lies

To justify our behaviour, in truth we all belong in hell

Which is maybe why living - on earth seems like that?

No use sending us lower, when we cannot make the grade

We will start you at hell and see if you can rise above that.

Leave us out of War

Flashes of red against the sky
Thunder and lightning
They began to shy
From man-made glory
Against nature’s backdrop
Iron birds that traverse the sky
Hatched eggs of destruction
to the people below

Listen to the screams
from the victims of war
waking up from pretty dreams
of a better tomorrow
a blissful prosperous year
screams of fear
shrieks of fury
the hurt and raging uproar

Listen to the music
Sharp and rapturous
the murder of people
by those licensed to kill
who act like Pavlov dogs
to the command of KILL
given by those within safe walls
with plenty to eat and drink

Listen you men in gilded cages
Of security in worlds of plenty
Leave us be in land unknown
Leave us in blissful ignorance
of your might in genocide
your power in massacres
We don’t need to know
your might of War.

He sits at the top table
Like a bulldog his mouth droops
His eyes tell the story
As he deploys his troops
A cigar smoking maniac
and power is the key
As they trample on the souls
of the children of the free
He turns and gives orders
To his second in command
With weapons of mass destruction
They invade this foreign land
Manipulate the people
Its all about control
Corpses scattered eveywhere
Like the death of rock and roll
This is the 21st century
Theres something seriously wrong
I hang my head in shame
What the fuck is going on

Fellow Poets,
There are lots are great ones to read here.  I will have a winner as soon as I make my final decision~y'all have not made this easy!

Strider :)

Justice

There once was a woman who lost three sons
Fighting the rich mans wars
Their young lives buried had barely begun
Marching on foreign shores

They joined up freely, she let them go
Even led them out the door
By love betrayed, she loved them so
They are lost forevermore

They mustered for “the good guys”
But there are no “good guys” anymore
The bankers and generals
Weapons makers and senators
Drink blood from the desert soil
While sheiks and terrorist mullahs
Get fat on Arab oil
And enslave Islam's poor

There once was a woman who lost three sons
Fighting the rich mans wars
She won’t give those snakes another one
She will yield her sons no more

“We will never forget” still rings in her ears
But her heart is a bleeding sore
For she gave her sons and still gives her tears
But no one remembers why anymore

Let’s bail out the bankers who robbed everyone
Let’s refill the corporate store
While our veterans get the “Sorry son”
As we rush them out the door

Yea, everyone from the president on down
Is talking about tomorrow
This woman now knows the game is rigged
And she’s drowning in her sorrow

There is a weeping woman called Justice
She’s not blindfolded anymore
Her hands still hold the balance
Her heart is bleeding sore
While most of us refuse to see
These animals who rob us
She watches
As they eat our sons and daughters

There once was a woman who lost three sons
Fighting the rich mans wars
She has changed her name to Vengeance now
She has given three, she will give no more