The same sorry excuse to start a ongoing war.

Religion

Muslims on one side, Jews on the other.
New faces for the same bloody conflict.

Soldiers with guns, militants with strapped-on bombs.
And they rock their worlds, when contries colide.

Proud faces will soon turn to bloody faces.
Innocent faces will soon turn to ashened faces.
Happy faces will soon turn to dead faces.

There are no winners in a war, none but death.
The price is always high, and everyone pays the ultimate place.
Stack the coffins high, call the undertakers in mass.

The rivers will run red once more.




They will run red with Jewish and Muslim blood.




I hope that they are happy with what they do now, for they will not be when the true fighting begins, when their trains and planes are full of body bags, when their mail sevices start coming with letters titled:

"The State is sorry to inform you..."

But they died for a good cause, right?

No, they died.

There is no glory for corpses. There is no honor for bodies. There is no legends for the dead. There is no parade for the K.I.A.'s.

Violence solves everything, but resolves nothing.

Good luck, sons of Palenstine.
Good luck, sons of Israel.

I fear you will find out whose cause was true, all too soon.

May God forgive us all,
for whom let slip the dogs of war.

02/01/2002

Posted on 02/01/2002
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