I don't usually preface anything I write here but, given the subject matter, I just thought I'd mention that this is not a political statement. I'm talking about people, not nations.

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it is a Sunday night
like any other
except
tonight the sirens wail
and my radio crackles
and my heart
races

a man in a far off land
has decided to save me
to offer me the chance of liberty
the right to say whatever i like
to wear blue jeans
i guess

i want to be saved
i want to speak my mind
i want to pray in my own way
i want to smile
more often

but tonight all i want
is to stay alive
to see my wife and child
restored to the happiness
that comes in fleeting glances
in the eerie silence
between bombing campaigns

yesterday
my best friend lay in my arms
or at least the body parts
i could find

tomorrow...
will it come for us?

it is dark now
and the shadows encroach
like ghosts of idealogy
waiting
to steal me away
while i lay not sleeping
and praying

before this all began

before this all began last time
i'd thought it might be a solution
but it wasn't
it wasn't anything as tangible
it was fear
that's all

forget all the rhetoric
forget all the justification
forget free speach
forget everything
i just pray we see the morning

Good message, but needs puntcuation, try revising it in a more fluent means.

-Oxide Slain

bump

This one makes me think, I like that.


Les

damn...the title, the poem, it all meshes and the poem pulls on my heart