Poem - 21 April 2023, 00:42

War Pigs.

A scream screams out.
What’s wrong i shout.
I have been hit.
Oh shit.
From him blood does pour.
The bullet lodged deep into his young bodies core.
Around us bullets fly.
The young man does painfully cry.
We are soldiers at war.
From home we are far.
In a foreign land.
I hold the young soldiers hand.
I am going to die to me he said.
The next second he was dead.
I close his blue eyes.
And my green eyes cries.
Why am i here.
My home this place is nowhere near.
All around me cannons roar.
And from the hellish sky bombs to pour.
This is life on earth.
Why oh why does it give troublesome humans birth.
Without them this world would be a better place.
Better for the peaceful side of the human race.
I rest my case.

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sparrowsong21 April 2023, 09:35

Hello William...

Long time no talk...

Love huh?

We need humans for many important resources for our survival...

Without other humans are you going to plant your yard after you've eaten all your grass?

I heard bugs are coming to the Menu?

The reason is too long to explain here...

I used to be angry at my Mom and Dad...

I'm not using pronouns...

They're not supporting me...

Tit for Tat...

Here, it's more like Tit for Penis now...

My Mother would say things to me that would make me say Dad why did you that?

Mom why did you have me?

She didn't have a choice...

She was married but, she prayed she would have had a miscarriage...

I overheard her tell my Aunt on the phone...

She didn't know I heard her...

I kept it as another Ace in my pocket for 3 years then I put the Ace on the table...

That was my first lesson of 4 of a kind...

She said something like I love you or something...

I asked her if she was feeling ok?

I said Mom when are you going to be honest with me?

I was in my 20's or when I started to realize I wasn't going to be her foot stool after this life is over if God really does create foot stools out of people after they die here...

I have about 100 of them and counting...

I wanted to have the kind of relationship with my Mother that my friends had with theirs but, I also was a free bird and as soon as I could do things by myself without any help it was a great day!

Her Cancer turned out to be a blessing and a curse...

Without humans we would definitely have an Angel shortage...

Angels only want to help...

The Devil steals, kills, and destroys...

God built the World in 6 Days so the way I see it my Mansion is going to be incredible...

I was supposed to be dead several times...

People died from less than I was faced with...

I'm not complaining, I'm glad I'm here...

I'm glad I'm alive...

If you want me dead...

Take a number...

Apparently, God made me part cat and gave me 9 lives...