Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

we got more range
we got more rage and technology
we could send these missiles farther
but only if necessary, in the name

we got more money than them
we could conquer this goddamned rock
with our goddamned gold and god
until the war starts over again

you will meet yourself out there
on a slope, bleeding and not sure why
in all this warring, these bible verses
under a cruel, perfect sunrise.

it ain't over till the birds stop singing

may today's sunrise be benevolent

Darn good poem.

you will meet yourself out there
on a slope, bleeding and not sure why
in all this warring, these bible verses
under a cruel, perfect sunrise.

Fine lines.

Good that, especially the verse Tell picked out....seeya..D

thanks ...
like dino said, beat our warmongers into plowshares ....

great poem