Heavens filled
with
voices screaming.
Bodies dead
deaf
blind
limbs missing.
Rockets bombs
bullets
ripping burning.
Flesh from
bone
pieces missing.
Blood flowing
down
the
gutters.
Mothers fall
on
skinless knees.
Teeth crush
grind
pain grief.
Tongues bleed
mouths
spit
hatred’s acid.
Empty Chairs
at our
tables.
Lies stained
swords
in
brave
trusting hearts.
Whisper softly
Mothers Fathers
Sisters Brothers.
Whisper to
your
crippled and dead.
There were
no
weapons of
Mass
Destruction.
Now
all your
voices
will grow louder.
To silent
some
of
Heavens
Screaming Voices.
Robert A. Jones
RAJ
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-02-02 10:49:17
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