A Sopwith flew,
as tensions grew,
Black cross on red denied.
A dozen men,
a thousand when,
lives are lost to pride.
A spawn of war,
on to more,
upon his hateful stride.
Six million Jews,
laid by crews,
who only went to hide.
Korea next,
Saigon flexed,
and the whole world cried.
Do you think your goal is new?
that when your mayhem is through…
We should think greater of you?
The circle lives because of men like you.
Just a cold, dark heart in wintry stew.
Fuck you, terrorist.
(with a little “t”)
| “Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.” | ||
|
Ernest Hemingway |
johnallenrichter 