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Knife edged, this twisted world Where men sit on their hands, Despite the carnage, sanctified Despite where outrage lands. Blinkered to the massacre Oblivious to death Ukraine and in Gaza Via Satan's filthy breath, Carnage bleeds, unsated Innocents now die Dismembered in the rubble Where little children cry. We in distant nations Sit remote and quite detached, Unhindered by the distance Untouched, unattached. We wring our hands in anguish  What more can we do? This smothered insignificance A sad defense for you. Whilst the Ogre in the Kremlin And the Mullahs in Iran Dispatch their lethal warfare Eviscerating man. Ego and the Caliphate Combine to force the hand With nuclear threat to NATO In the ultimate demand. China on the sideline, Poised to hit Taiwan, Awaiting the confusion To join the battle song. Extermination Israel Taking Saudi's oil rich wells And a settling of the score In sending Infidels to Hell. Here we sit in our seclusion With a blue sky overhead, Not a thought that our tomorrows Possibilities....may be dead? Not a thought that our inaction At this point of time entails The destruction of the order Here on Earth, that now prevails? Have you bitten hard the bullet, Have you clenched your teeth in rage? Have you stamped your foot in anger To decide to turn the page? Have you weighed the dreaded consequence Of just blithely carrying on.... Or will you gather up your skirts To Sing Our Planet's Battle Song? [email protected] 9th March 2024 .
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Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 7:14 PM UTC
To Sing the Song of Battle
Knife edged, this twisted world Where men sit on their hands, Despite the carnage, sanctified Despite where outrage lands. Blinkered to the massacre Oblivious to death Ukraine and in Gaza Via Satan's filthy breath, Carnage bleeds, unsated Innocents now die Dismembered in the rubble Where little children cry. We in distant nations Sit remote and quite detached, Unhindered by the distance Untouched, unattached. We wring our hands in anguish  What more can we do? This smothered insignificance A sad defense for you. Whilst the Ogre in the Kremlin And the Mullahs in Iran Dispatch their lethal warfare Eviscerating man. Ego and the Caliphate Combine to force the hand With nuclear threat to NATO In the ultimate demand. China on the sideline, Poised to hit Taiwan, Awaiting the confusion To join the battle song. Extermination Israel Taking Saudi's oil rich wells And a settling of the score In sending Infidels to Hell. Here we sit in our seclusion With a blue sky overhead, Not a thought that our tomorrows Possibilities....may be dead? Not a thought that our inaction At this point of time entails The destruction of the order Here on Earth, that now prevails? Have you bitten hard the bullet, Have you clenched your teeth in rage? Have you stamped your foot in anger To decide to turn the page? Have you weighed the dreaded consequence Of just blithely carrying on.... Or will you gather up your skirts To Sing Our Planet's Battle Song? [email protected] 9th March 2024 .
marshal-gebbie
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Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 7:14 PM UTC
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