War

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War Crime$

War Crime$

Throughout our bloody history
soldiers have died
in many uniforms
and guises

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Starring Role (Dedicated to...

Starring Role (Dedicated to my Homeland Syria)

In the play of life
death withdrew
it apologized
it was the hero
it became...

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The Pied Piper

The Pied Piper

I could rid you off all of your rats,

But you would never compensate.

So, I chose your...

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War

War

Black billows, smoke and dust, screaming in echoes,
Robust men lay down their lives and create...

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Masks

Masks

Incessantly I dispose of those who wrong me, that don’t belong to me, diminish me, confidence lacking,...

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We’re Going To Kansas City

We’re Going To Kansas City

The Chargers came to our house, on Sunday afternoon;
With intentions of upsetting us, that crazy...

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Flyer

Flyer

Her warm breath is like a cloud
Blown by a fierce wind.
In the clear cold desert air.
...

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BULLET FOR HIS COUNTRY

BULLET FOR HIS COUNTRY

Take a bullet for country and for Queen
That's what these men did who were barely eighteen
...

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Dreaming

Dreaming

Words desecrating my bones
Air asphyxiating my lungs,
Lies shattering like stones
...

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The Dandelion Meadow

The Dandelion Meadow

Somewhere there's a flower out there
Beneath the ashes and dust
I'm sure there a flower...

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FIRE IN THE HOLE

FIRE IN THE HOLE
The old veteran,
With his cheap suit and dulled war medals
Sat...

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War-Torn

War-Torn

The acrid smell of Napalm fumes,
the stench of burning flesh,
now mingle here inside these...

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ARE THEY FIGHTING US WITH...

ARE THEY FIGHTING US WITH OUR OWN MONEY?

The war has been going on for over 17 years...

Their messages have been loud and clear...

...

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SOLDIER MAN IN A WHEELCHAIR

SOLDIER MAN IN A WHEELCHAIR


Sitting in a wheelchair by a disused shop
Hoping people passing by will talk and stop...

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Anzac's

Anzac's

All lined up and ready to go,
for they are off to another place
where they may die or come...

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The Great War

From these fields of green and gold,
Where stories of glory are often told,
I leave home for...

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Wreath Rubbish

Solemn, sinister wreath rubbish.
At eleven a.m, I sat in silence, alone
And thought of the...