Back to category: English Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. Of War and Irony I feel the irony of life's Nurturing molestation With painfully sweet romantic Rejection The Weapon driven home Comfortably In the womb of a moment's Passing silence under Big, green umbrellas Outside a little cafe As the rain sotly patterns On the shiny brand new Tanks And thousands of Armor-piercing rounds, Stacked high, Right next door to dollies with Blonde hair and blue eyes While puppies yelp And wag their tails, Nostrils flaring, At the smell of the sulfur and Tears mixing with soot from the Smoke stacks As our children pray For the bombs to cease their Taunting cackle So they might curl beneath their Blankets hoping perhaps this year Santa Claus might bring them That new toy machine gun from Their favorite new cartoon They saw on t... Posted by: Sandeep Jador Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. |
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