A Sea Of Senseless Victims - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Sent in waves under a litmus blue moon
The sea came ashore it lapped at their feet
But wanted more, it wanted their homes, our freedom
Its stay was short, but who could save them or us
Since its occupation, when it's ordered in
By warring nation's tanks & killing machines.
It makes every greedy beggar of life bleed
Bleed for more.
It makes every the nonviolent pacifist man Seethe
Seethe, for even less
Puts all the flowers to bed, they're dying
Early returning drowning in their graves
They're dying young, not old.
Before they've a chance to procreate themselves,
Do seeds like these blue forget-me-nots… just rot
They'll be long forgotten by war mongering men who are rotten.
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