They like to make it seem as if there’s just one way.
What Is It With Torpedoing Efforts For Peace?
What is it with these tit-for-tatters,
who would tear the world to tatters?
Let-others-die-hard pipsqueak ratters
who strut about like big-league batters,
but want to strike pre-emptively,
talk “take-out” empty-headedly,
not caring if their bangs rat-tat
give rise to endless big hits back–
But I don’t have the tit for that
(for it’s not my head that carries fat)
and refuse to see more children sent
to hellish war by those hell-bent–
Only let me be little clearer–
there’s no good godly god holds dearer
one side’s missile over one side’s land,
this sand over that other sand–
so, don’t confuse a plan divine
with your bloody idiotic kind–
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Here’s a kind of irritated poem, probably linked belatedly and as a second poem to Real Toads Open Forum. Thanks.
When you get older, you view everyone else as children.
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