My Message

This is another one of my rants...in poemform ^^ Enjoy.

Bullets rain down on innocent heads.

The bad guy's still kickin' but thousands are dead.

Men & women in uniform follow fools to their graves.

They died for folly, & are remembered as brave.

 

Bombs aimed at cities where children sleep,

The very next morning, bodies are heaped.

People protest but no one hears.

Their cries for peace fall on deaf ears.

 

Nerve gas? Now WHAT does that do?

I'm sure you'd like it if I tested it on you.

The problems reach outside the war.

Right now a buisnessman's choking a w***e.

 

Tiananmen, Holocaust, when will it stop?

A 14 year old boy getting beat by a cop.

It's in our nature to destroy each other.

To rape our sisters & kill our brothers.

 

But that doesn't mean we have to give in,

& let temptation lead to sin.

There's still time to turn this around.

Before the missiles leave the ground.

 

The reason I wrote this song,

Is to shock your asses into getting along.

Shape up & get it through your head,

Unless you all want to end up dead.

 

Written by,

Elizabeth Ann McClure

(copyrighted)

Author's Note

Yes I was mad...pardon the cussing please. I can edit it if you want =/.

Reviews

keep it as it is. It needs the passion preserved.

Good use of rhythm and rhyme.

Message imparted through emotions.

I think you need stanzas

[Brandon]

Very nice write up.