Damn The War And Damn The Bullets - Poem by Patti Masterman
Damn the war and damn the bullets;
Damn the Congress' flaccid words;
Damn the caskets and the transports,
Damn; the last gasps never heard.
Shame on flimsy see-through reasons,
Shame on those who saw the light:
Who knew the sham lies all around it,
But quashed the peace and hid the sight.
Damn the weapons man invented
For ripping his own limbs apart-
If Earth could speak, she'd yell out DAMN!
DAMN; whoever lit that spark!
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