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I see the twisted stems which hate will reap
Enriched with blood and bone as other crops
And watered by the tears survivors weep
Who've touched the poison that hate's nectar drops.
It does not take a bomb to shatter glass
Or drench a city's streets with lifeless friends
Or terrorize with hatred's crippled laugh
Or with malevolence and fire, offend.
It only takes ideas to twist the brain
And driving them in deep like nails in wood
They drive your children's dreams beyond insane
To where this slaughter is considered good.
You will take life because that's your intent
But you've already lost the argument. |
| Posted: 29.12.2007 at 01:06 | Read 169 times | 2 comments | Leave Comment |
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