The Machinery Of War Poem by sean alexander

The Machinery Of War



Bullets ring out upon the hour
Like a bell on a watchtower
To cleanse there bodies, a napalm shower.
If one man will try to raise his power,
Then another man will end, with a mushroom flower.

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sean alexander

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vetnor, new jersey
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