Every breezy

Beautiful, blue-skied

Teusday morning

Boasting of bird-songs

And bathed in warmth

Is tainted by blood

Spilled from the top of the world

And raining down on America

While the flames and smoke

Concealing your jealousy and hatred

Meet the sky annd disappear



Congratulations, we're terrified.

But the river of blood from those

Lost American lives flows through us all

And we honor their memory

Meanwhile your ashes

Blew away with the wind

And we curse your lives

Jealousy and hatred eventually destroy

Those who entertain them

And neither 72 virgins

Nor a single lonely, desparate harlot

Will want to touch you after what you did

Where's you promise of heaven now?



But America's promise:

~*Never Again*~

Resounds throughout the world

And it seems to me that people demand

The promise be kept

So long as no action is taken



This terror has taught us nothing

~*(You've wasted your lives and ours)*~

Inaction is what brought us here

Inaction, by its very nature,

Is what will keep us here



Choose, America, and choose wisely:

Another day clutching your children to you, crying,

And not having the answer when they ask you "Why?"

Another attack on innocent people

Because we buried our heads in the sand

And hit the snooze button AGAIN??

Or do we uphold our promise of peace and security

The promise of "Never Again"

A promise which we *must* fight to keep

Can you look in the faces of your children and tell them

That their security isn't worth fighting for?



It's truly down to this

You're either with us or against us

Your neutrality is my death contract

But I won't die without a fight

And you'll have your share of blame

The next time it happens

(And lets not make the fatal mistake

Of being so arrogant to believe

That it won't happen again.

We didn't think it would happen in the first place

And look where that got us.)



I want my normal sleep pattern back

But that's not gonna happen until I can feel safe in my own bed

You want an end to the fighting

You want to bring our troops home

When I feel safe enough to sleep, you can have your peace

If it happens any sooner

We'll be headed for trouble...

Rather

Trouble will be headed for us

Again

And the promise

Will be broken

And we connot afford to break

Anymore promises.

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
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