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[title] => War VS. Truth
[time] => 2005-07-28 12:15:09
[hometext] => Which will you chose? The truth or the war? Do you really need to think about it?
[bodytext] => Screaming in denial are the mothers of children in war Their baby has gone missing, praying nightly is now a chore Hatred for the enemy, but the enemy was forgotten with the first fire The shot of a loaded gun, since then the wretched killing has aspired Soldiers cry out in agony, proof, no proof, lies behold sanctuary A home, a solitude, a place of serenity, bodies lank and weary Constant booming battle beaten scars on faces and bones Cries from angry men and bullets soar into broken men's moans The trouble of war, the truth, reality, we fight off with waving hands But innocent provoked people are dying in enemies hated lands When the world opens its eyes, when the killing spree is through Fingers will point, absurdities screamed, widows beg to know Whose sword killed the man they loved, whose heart could slash another Every living child wonders why there's pain inside the eyes of their mother While still up above are angels and the souls of those who've deceased Whose misery was put out of mind and bodies were released While wings grew from broken bones and angels guided strength And tears were shed from distances on maps marked over length God's new angels tread on clouds and try to dry their loved one's eyes Sending messages signed I love you, from the barren, clouded skies Foggy dreams and faded hopes, dead and lies to bury along side War, the bigger issue, seeming death from pain we try to hide Truth be told, to understand, breathing longer than defeat Boldly bravery seeps from men who can't speak the word retreat Women on their knees by the bed each night to wish them well And thank God for having some comfort while enduring this hell When the fighting ends with silent ears with tongues ripped out and worn Maybe then the world will see we're broken up and torn When shattered teeth from broken bodies try to tell their story Maybe then we'll see that all the pain isn't worth our craved glory. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 57 [informant] => Brandyx7 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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