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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Horror Show
[time] => 2005-01-22 16:45:40
[hometext] => * This was partly inspired by Goose's masterpiece 'We are Tired of Asking' if you haven't read that yet then do so. This is a political poem, but I put it under dark poetry because well its dark. *
[bodytext] => Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger, and are not fed, those who are cold, and not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists and the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron." - Dwight Eisenhower Faces cloaked with deceit Their mouths have opened Quick! Count the lies Listen to the rhetoric (Do you have it memorized?) Fearful of the truth And blinded by their stinking inability Welcome to their horror show Not caring about the people they "saved", But their own greedy asses "The elections will go forward" Sure if anyone's left to vote "We'll send more soldiers to provide security" Sure send more sons and daughters to die Because it isn't your life on the line, But you can twitch your ears Paste on your fake smile And say Iraq is a model democracy As car bombs go off in the backgroud And prisoners provide the music To your sickening horror show Yes, this is freedom (Tell that to the tens of thousand dead) Flaunting their illegal takeover Turning Saddam's torture houses into their own Shooting Muslim clerics who peacefully disagree Turning proposed freedom into a sad joke We've all been deceived by inept "leaders", But most of all those who bleed in the sand Welcome to their horror show Where lives are meaningless And the deceiver's hands Are cloaked in oil With the red pooling at his feet [comments] => 7 [counter] => 242 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 16 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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