Only The Crippled Poem by Eric Cockrell

Only The Crippled

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only the crippled go to war...
the bird afraid of the sky
tears flesh with his beak.
the moral ones wearing
clothes of black and white,
whose religion is their ego,
whose god made of stone.
hands made of me and mine,
feet whose eyes gone blind...
to the drumbeat of take and destroy,
terrified of what lies within.
but freedom never fired a gun,
and justice never waived a flag.
peace never won by blood and bodies,
and the spirit has no religion!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 18 April 2012

A great poem, if justice became true to everyone I think freedom and peace would follow. A great write.

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Valerie Dohren 18 April 2012

Neither freedom nor peace, I believe, will be found through religion. Good one.

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