Thursday, March 15, 2007

Parade for War
It’s only a Crusade: Isn’t it just like a parade,
With music as screams, And power as if from dreams
People laughing and smiling, People dying and crying,
Friendly organized marching, Brute structured arching,
What if life if not a cheerful trance, What is war if not a gruesome dance,
Confetti is to blood, As party is to mud
Blissful light from the sun’s shine, Eliminating life from someone’s spine
Determined to fight even in drenched rain
Carefree, having fun and energy to drain
Guns and swords to balloons and floats
Games and shows to metal and bones
Sorrowful cries of a wounded man
Gleeful giggles of a whimsical clan.
Buckets full of candy, People ever so handy
Trucks full of bodies, Cuts with no remedies.
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