Daniel Richards

(09-11-1982 / London, England)

Question The General


Yes it’s true, at this time
I am a young man but only my body
For I am much older in the mind
And too my body I can say good bye

I ask many question with no reply
Except, you are just a fool
Im not saying im a genius, but
You ignore more as I have the balls to ask you

How can you justify you actions
A war torn country is no threat to our way of life
Our way of life war war war and the neglecting of the poor
Childs break and heart are impure

But come too think of it this is the plan
And behind close doors you agree
Broken children are soldiers for future wars
War? Ave you been? Have your children seen
The blood stained slates where children ahd been

Before the bombs dropped they had dreams
Father, mothers and family,
But what a stumbling it must be, for
All you feel is your need for greed

War is ugly its not clean I can say this for it I have seen
But the images a blurred as your shining rolls royce’s gleam
Blinds your eyes for you only see what it has given thee

Submitted: Friday, May 22, 2009
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