Post by Aaron Graf on Nov 19, 2004 6:05:07 GMT -5
Poems of Conscience Weekly Newsletter:
Table of Contents:
Poem #1: Please Forgive Us
Poem #2: Modern-Day Fallujah: The City of Angels
Poem #3: The Communist Monument
Poem #4: The Infinites
Poem #5: Her Defeated Death
Poem #6: Through the Eyes of a Child
Poems:
Poem #1: Please Forgive Us
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
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Please Forgive Us
Forgive us soldiers for we have sinned,
For voting for the man who caused your suffering and letting him win.
Please forgive us for supporting his war,
Please forgive us for asking for more.
While mortars explode all around you in the desert heat,
Or watching your burnt body dragged through Baghdad's streets.
Please forgive us for putting your families in grief,
Over weapons of mass destruction that were really just a fucked up belief.
Please forgive us for putting you in harms way,
Please forgive us because it's your life to be paid.
It really is amazing the gift you give to us,
For our freedom you're willing to become ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
And so we don't fight you risk your life,
or put yourself into endless strife.
And all that you ask for is that we never send you to die,
for the ruling class's greed and George Bush's lies.
Please forgive us for what we have done,
For not realizing this war can never be won.
You're watching your friends falling dead on the ground,
With bombs exploding all around.
Because of our mistake, the one of blinded fear,
Just because of that you have now disappeared.
For the thousand warriors turned from ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
I hope that someday you will forgive us.
~ Aaron Graf
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Poem #2: Modern-Day Fallujah: The City of Angels
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
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Modern-Day Fallujah: The City of Angels
[Inspired by the song "City of Angels"]
Modern-day Fallujah, the City of Angels,
Lonely as I am, given death and pain.
The buildings are leveled, and the clashing persists,
The only two options left is to die or resist.
The American Air Force leaves bombs all around me,
Consuming all in its path inside of its flames,
Is this what you call free?
Do you feel any shame?
We're sick of the oppression so now we must fight,
Saddam may have been horrible, but two wrongs don't make a right.
Saddam doesn't justify your actions today,
Nor is it a plausible excuse for what you do at Abu Ghirab.
It's modern-day Fallujah, the City of Angels,
lonely as I am, in death or in pain.
Just remember next time you see a grieving mother cry,
Over the death of her son,
Remember........he died for a lie.
This is the horror of his deceptive ways,
This is the outcome of the war you have paid.
The cost wasn't just in coins or in dollars,
But turning human life into cannon fodder.
This is what you wanted and this is what you get,
You've turned all of our lives into shit.
I wish you weren't blind, I wish you could see,
That it's you who's the terrorist and not people like me.
It's you who attacks those who never did you harm,
It's you who has nukes and needs to be disarmed.
You were the one who holds war dear,
And it's you who makes your people live in blinded fear.
And it was you who has happened to stumble into Iraq,
In this foolish option of a pre-emptive attack.
You say we had weapons, but the UN says we don't,
You say we sponsored terrorists, but you know that we won't.
So it's modern-day Fallujah, the City of Angels,
Lonely as I am, the city's in pain,
Modern-day Fallujah, the city of angels,
Dead just as I am for capital gain.
~ Aaron Graf
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Poem #3: The Communist Monument
Username: GDelmarRatliff
Author: Name has not been disclosed
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The Communist Monument
inside me
it’s an urge,
a nerve sturdy, steadfast,
no one can comprise
for me, it cries.
the game you plan to strive,
to win, is already lost.
a disbeliever
you believe in bubbles, nuclear things
i do not live.
there is no merciful life;
before you know it,
you'll have a girl,
a wife, the march,
the house, a mortgage,
trucks and cars
and car-seats for the baby
on the way.
and this is the american dream
you look forward to
in a darkness,
so godless sent
you live and retrieve
the love that bores you out,
washed wind-blown,
clean white
a dish in the sink pot.
you cannot fathom
such a compromise of future surprises—<br>the blackbirds,
the leafless trees,
some dull sky on a cloudy day
you waste away among the rusting.
radioactive and dusty,
you live in a dream-world,
a bubble.
i take no part in such dissolvents
you are, a high stepper,
a 20th century robot,
a history, read it.
the motion, the march,
the love, the motion
you think, is not what it is to live.
inside me
it’s an urge
a nerve sturdy, steadfast
no one can comprise
for me, it cries.
and i sigh relieved,
i take not a part in such greed,
the communist monument.
G Delmar Ratliff
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Poem #4: The Infinites
Username: GDelmarRatliff
Author: Name not yet disclosed
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The Infinites
and i scream, behold, i destroy and kill
the mammoth waiting among the sand-dunes;
his cognitive embellishes, the worst is yet to come.
on a cold day that should have been
the roots all thicken providing life for themselves.
this is the wastefulness we call our own,
empty and baron in a sea of bitter frustration.
the animal wins its case, i am not lost—<br>in thought, mind, grandiosity fulfilling vengeances.
here asunder the chaos, he will not rise;
the ashes all remain from dusk until dust
and dry eruptions of an asthmatic breath, lungs.
i push forth the coming of sacred land:
thou shall not, thou shall not, the portrayal of trust
in an empty thought, the rubbish refrains;
i can claim nothing but massive victories.
the mammoth lies in its cave awaiting self-infliction.
i am done for a taming—whip and lash,
straight curves all narrow out, lover of america
the great white sea separates the culture, defiance.
early autumn november should be cold days,
the praise of charm and winter arrivals.
from this great land and sea, i see destruction at hand.
the blood spills roam all over, dead
the great arrivals burn-out off as stringencies,
infinite.
G Delmar Ratliff
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Table of Contents:
Poem #1: Please Forgive Us
Poem #2: Modern-Day Fallujah: The City of Angels
Poem #3: The Communist Monument
Poem #4: The Infinites
Poem #5: Her Defeated Death
Poem #6: Through the Eyes of a Child
Poems:
Poem #1: Please Forgive Us
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=downwithbush&action=display&thread=1100650567
Please Forgive Us
Forgive us soldiers for we have sinned,
For voting for the man who caused your suffering and letting him win.
Please forgive us for supporting his war,
Please forgive us for asking for more.
While mortars explode all around you in the desert heat,
Or watching your burnt body dragged through Baghdad's streets.
Please forgive us for putting your families in grief,
Over weapons of mass destruction that were really just a fucked up belief.
Please forgive us for putting you in harms way,
Please forgive us because it's your life to be paid.
It really is amazing the gift you give to us,
For our freedom you're willing to become ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
And so we don't fight you risk your life,
or put yourself into endless strife.
And all that you ask for is that we never send you to die,
for the ruling class's greed and George Bush's lies.
Please forgive us for what we have done,
For not realizing this war can never be won.
You're watching your friends falling dead on the ground,
With bombs exploding all around.
Because of our mistake, the one of blinded fear,
Just because of that you have now disappeared.
For the thousand warriors turned from ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
I hope that someday you will forgive us.
~ Aaron Graf
Comment or Critique this Poem:
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Poem #2: Modern-Day Fallujah: The City of Angels
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=downwithbush&action=display&thread=1100734289
Modern-Day Fallujah: The City of Angels
[Inspired by the song "City of Angels"]
Modern-day Fallujah, the City of Angels,
Lonely as I am, given death and pain.
The buildings are leveled, and the clashing persists,
The only two options left is to die or resist.
The American Air Force leaves bombs all around me,
Consuming all in its path inside of its flames,
Is this what you call free?
Do you feel any shame?
We're sick of the oppression so now we must fight,
Saddam may have been horrible, but two wrongs don't make a right.
Saddam doesn't justify your actions today,
Nor is it a plausible excuse for what you do at Abu Ghirab.
It's modern-day Fallujah, the City of Angels,
lonely as I am, in death or in pain.
Just remember next time you see a grieving mother cry,
Over the death of her son,
Remember........he died for a lie.
This is the horror of his deceptive ways,
This is the outcome of the war you have paid.
The cost wasn't just in coins or in dollars,
But turning human life into cannon fodder.
This is what you wanted and this is what you get,
You've turned all of our lives into shit.
I wish you weren't blind, I wish you could see,
That it's you who's the terrorist and not people like me.
It's you who attacks those who never did you harm,
It's you who has nukes and needs to be disarmed.
You were the one who holds war dear,
And it's you who makes your people live in blinded fear.
And it was you who has happened to stumble into Iraq,
In this foolish option of a pre-emptive attack.
You say we had weapons, but the UN says we don't,
You say we sponsored terrorists, but you know that we won't.
So it's modern-day Fallujah, the City of Angels,
Lonely as I am, the city's in pain,
Modern-day Fallujah, the city of angels,
Dead just as I am for capital gain.
~ Aaron Graf
Comment on or Critique this Poem:
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Poem #3: The Communist Monument
Username: GDelmarRatliff
Author: Name has not been disclosed
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=dierushdie&action=display&thread=1100658400
The Communist Monument
inside me
it’s an urge,
a nerve sturdy, steadfast,
no one can comprise
for me, it cries.
the game you plan to strive,
to win, is already lost.
a disbeliever
you believe in bubbles, nuclear things
i do not live.
there is no merciful life;
before you know it,
you'll have a girl,
a wife, the march,
the house, a mortgage,
trucks and cars
and car-seats for the baby
on the way.
and this is the american dream
you look forward to
in a darkness,
so godless sent
you live and retrieve
the love that bores you out,
washed wind-blown,
clean white
a dish in the sink pot.
you cannot fathom
such a compromise of future surprises—<br>the blackbirds,
the leafless trees,
some dull sky on a cloudy day
you waste away among the rusting.
radioactive and dusty,
you live in a dream-world,
a bubble.
i take no part in such dissolvents
you are, a high stepper,
a 20th century robot,
a history, read it.
the motion, the march,
the love, the motion
you think, is not what it is to live.
inside me
it’s an urge
a nerve sturdy, steadfast
no one can comprise
for me, it cries.
and i sigh relieved,
i take not a part in such greed,
the communist monument.
G Delmar Ratliff
Post a Comment or Critique on this Poem:
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Poem #4: The Infinites
Username: GDelmarRatliff
Author: Name not yet disclosed
Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=dierushdie&action=display&thread=1100658617
The Infinites
and i scream, behold, i destroy and kill
the mammoth waiting among the sand-dunes;
his cognitive embellishes, the worst is yet to come.
on a cold day that should have been
the roots all thicken providing life for themselves.
this is the wastefulness we call our own,
empty and baron in a sea of bitter frustration.
the animal wins its case, i am not lost—<br>in thought, mind, grandiosity fulfilling vengeances.
here asunder the chaos, he will not rise;
the ashes all remain from dusk until dust
and dry eruptions of an asthmatic breath, lungs.
i push forth the coming of sacred land:
thou shall not, thou shall not, the portrayal of trust
in an empty thought, the rubbish refrains;
i can claim nothing but massive victories.
the mammoth lies in its cave awaiting self-infliction.
i am done for a taming—whip and lash,
straight curves all narrow out, lover of america
the great white sea separates the culture, defiance.
early autumn november should be cold days,
the praise of charm and winter arrivals.
from this great land and sea, i see destruction at hand.
the blood spills roam all over, dead
the great arrivals burn-out off as stringencies,
infinite.
G Delmar Ratliff
Post a Comment or Critique on this Poem: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=dierushdie&action=post&thread=1100658617&start=0