[WayzataJOHNN]

I heard a phrase today,
from a moderate man,
sitting there,
pondering sound bites,
safe at home,
that he and his ilk,
were so ‘War Weary’!
I had to ask,
what of a man who was world weary,
life weary,
one who had seen so much,
felt so much,
done so much,
it left him in soul stasis.
What of him who was drained of hope,
unsure of each tomorrow,
saddened by each today,
unable to express it really, rightly,
so it made sense,
had reason,
had a shape to grasp.
Which,
is the greater,
or the deeper,
which is fraught with more,
and leaves less to go on,
and which is the truer measure
in the end?

[Soaring Feather]

heard a phrase today,
from a moderate man,
sitting there,
pondering sound bites,
safe at home,


Oh, yes, these moaners and sigher's
they can't stand the war
they give not but mutterings
to an already bloodied floor
they complain...on, woe is me
while parents sob in the night
their child never to see.
And the wives and little ones
whose daddy has left this ground
these damned liberal big mouths
have me pounding the ground.


My God, is there justice for the dead?
Those whose blood have painted the ground
the sand in the Middle is sopping in blood!
And they cover their faces with scarves -
and black masks to hid their blackness
bloodied hands, dark minds.
Walking in darkness, reaping the blood
it now worse than ever the tyrants rule in glee
bury a Christian - get a Virgin.

My rage resides within my thoughts
rage against despots with no value of human life.
Strap a bomb on a child, hell a kid ain't worth nothing!
No nothing.... but the future.... if there is one.


Soaring Feather 01.31.07