i'm so sorry my child
i cannot give you corn
they took my money
and made bullets of silver
to slay beasts they said
but i couldn't see any
all that i think i saw
are those inside them
what with technology
and special vision goggles
it's curious they cannot see
the real enemy
don't hate me sweet child
if i cannot give you wheat
they took our fields
to build silos for their bombs
but they cannot be eaten
that's what you said
and i think i agree
though i do not see how
i guess they use them to cook
a dash of gunpowder and poison
the earth a giant frying pan
and all on it, the meat and vegetables
if i could my lil angel
i'd give you flowers
but they took all the colours
and bleached them grey
and camo patterns they did weave
for guile and disguise
so we do not see them
even after we die
what's wrong you ask?
i cannot answer my love
for they did not teach me how
or what, or why
but i love you my child,
know that and remember
one day it'd all be right again
you'd get food and plushies
and water and lots of love
but not now,
not when they're still asleep.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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