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 Mar 2016 Terry O'Leary
GaryFairy
Over 400,000 civilians killed in Iraq
missing from their families and never coming back
mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
why do we **** the innocent ones

it's downright ******
it's downright ******
it's downright ******

no amount of enemy troops being killed
can ever compare to the human toll revealed
doctors, nurses, teachers, nuns
why do we **** the innocent ones

it's downright ******
it's downright ******
it's downright ******

you don't know injustice
injustice is when the ones who said they came to save you, shoot you and your children in the face
(I looked through several websites and the most up to date one was a huffingtonpost story. They were direct and indirect deaths. The enemy troops killed was far too hard to find out, but even at best estimates is 100 times lower. Most deaths are to be blamed on coalition forces and US forces for sure. I felt a need to use the word "******" more than once, because we never hear the word ******, when we talk about wars. That's what it is though...******
rainless morning, awoken by comforting delicate taps on my window
velvet curtains lifted and fragile opalescent feathers revealed
the hummingbird sings songs for you
and my heart flutters in time with the tune
thanks for reading ❤
Night appears in an avatar
of a sweet chaperon,
coming with a lovely dark gown
to dress the shy, blushing evening
cajoling her for a slow make over,
she implies, it's better letting
the will of darkness prevail.

Now she is a perfect charmer
night, lets her long dark tresses
loose, that flows in waves
down through her back and
caresses her rotund proud buttocks,
adding to her silent grandeur,
till the next spectacular day breaks.

Night is an ace  temptress
with full moon at her side
as an irresistible  magical charm
to sway even nature, catch
the sea in her net,
of attraction and makes it  dance,
bewitching night makes
the stars in her coiffure gleam.

Night is an agile courtesan,
having royal patronage,
eyeing you wistfully,
hellbent upon her this day's conquest,
her amatory skills one can tell
will be *****,she is classy nevertheless.
In her boudoir, women are salacious,
hungry men too dance to her tunes,
what you gain after a spirited
amorous duel, is the gift of dark eyed night.
Strength
Beauty
Melancholy laughter
Writing down
Lifes tragic disasters
Looking through the mirror
Hoping to see
Some other face
Or a different
Pair of eyes
Just to hear
The echo of the same
Old lies
Tomorrow will be
Better
But we just live
Today
Over and
Over
again
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