WHEN THE TANKS ROLL

WHEN THE TANKS ROLL

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

When the tanks rolled into my village

and destroyed the houses

a great wall inside of me only got stronger

whispering to me

that I should throw stones at the soldiers

even though their bullets will flare

the Spirit of God will protect me as I toss

these angelic rocks against them.

It is not a War of poverty

but a War of divinity

that will pierce their bodies by a stones edge

and kill them as they try and kill me.

When the tanks stopped and the men got out

stones to their heads hit them instantly

and the great wall

in all of the young men charged.

A proud day for God

the majesty of our forces lay in bare hands

winning our kingdom back

by the rocks from the land of our bones.

Sacrificing leg and limb

so many died protecting their families

as evil driven drones

dropped bombs from the darkened sky.

When will mankind end his rein of terror?

Why must the innocent suffer?

When the tanks roll into your village

pick up stones

and throw them with all your might.

Throw them for your Fathers and your Mothers

and your Brothers and Sisters.

Even if you get shot down

God shall encapsulate the force of your Will

and in your brethren

they will be encapsulated to continue fighting on.

Sacrificing one life

shall always be an endless journey to fulfill.

Conquest by hand

is greater than conquest by machine, as jealousy

cannot redeem itself in our divine power.

When will mankind understand that killing is wrong?

Why must they reload their guns?

Wherever you are in the World

when the tanks roll into your towns and villages …

… fight … fight like Hell ..