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    dots Submission Name: The Failing Freedom of Placated Breathdots

    Author: col13x
    Elite Ratio:    2.26 - 119/300/559
    Words: 524
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    dotsThe Failing Freedom of Placated Breathdots

    They say, they are defending freedom

    But really they are bombing children
    Tiny babies, mothers and husbands

    They say, they are invading cities
    And everything is pin point accurate, missile launches

    But we donít hear the screams
    Or see the blood and wounds

    Really, they are bombing children
    Tiny babies, mothers and husbands

    They say, they are going to stop terrorism
    And terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists,

    They say, they have the best intentions
    For finding invisible weapons of mass destruction

    But really, they are blowing up children
    And the shrapnel targets of tiny babies

    They say, we are doing this just to defend them
    Not mentioning their secret agenda of approbation
    With all the sanctions of economic double dealings
    And mysterious meetings behind the closed doors of their global conspiracy

    But really, they are bombing children
    Shooting them with rapid fire misdirection
    Burning tiny babies in their cots
    Daughters and sons left mother and father less

    They say, we will keep casualties to a minimum
    That kind of makes it more acceptable

    Still, we donít hear them screaming in terror
    Or count up the cost of their body parts
    Or make our own excuses for the tiny graves
    And permanently damaged lives

    They say, our soldiers are heroes
    From behind all the metal, technology of weaponry

    And this, this is the enemy
    Behind their wooden shacks and mud bricks

    But really, they are murdering children
    Blowing their small fragile little bodies to pieces

    The lives of tiny innocent babies
    Donít mean a thing to us, do they

    They tell us, they are defending our freedom

    And so we acquiesce to yet another apocalypse

    And through the eyes of a child
    Whoís world is burned in the fire
    Deliver them all into a living hell

    Ah, but they say, its not their fault
    But, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists,
    Who did this
    Not us

    And how many breaths of freedom have you gained
    Do you sleep a little easier at night

    Tell me what has truly changed
    Except the amount of fear you can count
    Except the weight of your conscience and your doubt

    Terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists, terrorists,
    They say
    But really, they are shooting children
    Tiny babies still warm from their mothers milk
    Lay splattered with blood in their cots
    Children left motherless, fatherless and homeless
    Limbless and forever damaged

    And it all happens so far away
    In some other country
    And where is that place
    We see the armies roll, we see the missile launched
    And all of it so neatly packaged
    A million miles away
    On a TV screen

    But not one of us
    Not one
    Can hear
    The children scream

    Submitted on 2010-05-19 12:03:42     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This is soo true no one talks about the mother who lost all her children or the man who's wife never made it home...something has to give thanks for the voice!
    | Posted on 2010-05-19 00:00:00 | by Dutchess_aira | [ Reply to This ]

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