Blood falls as rain

From body to body

Never seeming to end.

He takes our brothers and fathers and uncles and sons

and empties the clean to the hereafter

tossing them aside like rag dolls

leaving the position open for the next

 

No mercy for the tears of us,

Mothers with nails all gone and nerves scraped down

Insomniac nights that lurk

And fantasies of that one call.

Pictures and clothes

Now shrines of what it once was,

Never to cease…

 

 

Unless…

It is our divine God-given rights as Americans to speak out against this war,

and yet day after day we moan and complain about how bad the war in Iraq is. And don’t get me wrong, THERE ARE THOSE WHO ARE DONING SOMETHING ABOUT IT, but in the end, why does it seem that we still sleep uneasy in our beds? Why is it that even though our voice is heard, no one listens? Perhaps more of a radical approach would be more necessary. We need to advertise, be heard more than just holding up signs on streets. If the army and the marines can make ads of “ARMY OF ONE” then we certainly as free spirits can advertise about heartless politics. I’m pretty sure if America can dish out billions of dollars a day for bombs, then they can certainly make sure that every school has one book for every child. Bush needs to reconsider the education system and the drop-out rate. He himself was a C student but managed to get into Yale because of his family’s’ generous donations. WE AS AMERICANS need to think outside the box.                                                                                         –amber