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Souls sold for Antiquated crude As bitter enemies crossed over Frozen tundra and vast deserts to duel Quietly does the Dark Wraith of death Sweep across the blood soaked terrain And the Angel of Mercy does the like To ease our fallen soldiers' pains America's nefarious war in Iraq has been for naught Many young lives were Recklessly packaged for this reckoning Packaged, parceled, and bought I've often wondered If the dead would Protest against the government's lies If they could So many lives extinguished on both sides They breathe no more Doomed to the cold cauldrons of their eternal sepulchers By the wicked Gods of war * Reprinted from 'Exegesis a Decade of Poetry by Mekael' © July 14, 2009 by Mekael Shane
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
Gods of War
Souls sold for Antiquated crude As bitter enemies crossed over Frozen tundra and vast deserts to duel Quietly does the Dark Wraith of death Sweep across the blood soaked terrain And the Angel of Mercy does the like To ease our fallen soldiers' pains America's nefarious war in Iraq has been for naught Many young lives were Recklessly packaged for this reckoning Packaged, parceled, and bought I've often wondered If the dead would Protest against the government's lies If they could So many lives extinguished on both sides They breathe no more Doomed to the cold cauldrons of their eternal sepulchers By the wicked Gods of war * Reprinted from 'Exegesis a Decade of Poetry by Mekael' © July 14, 2009 by Mekael Shane
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