Eleventh of Nine

Eleventh of Nine

A Poem by flea

 

Were governed by greed, where oil is gold.

Americas children, get sent from their home.

They stand on the sand, in the desert of heat.

An invisible enemy, wholl never retreat.

A war thats not war, in a land thats not ours.

A month of your wages, to fuel up our cars.

Searching for weapons, that no one can find.

Seeking revenge, for the eleventh of nine.

© 2011 flea


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Very clever and true my friend a very quick and effective post cheers gonzo

Posted 13 Years Ago


telling facts in the days of moneys search takes courage

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the cleverness of this. Its a wicked contribution of yours. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very good poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Human nature remains rooted in coveting that which is not ours, and in keeping others down to attain it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 27, 2011
Last Updated on August 29, 2011
Tags: government, oil, gas, war

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