the red smoke disguises the shape of things to come
a choppers blades stir the smell of life and death
until it becomes unclear as to our mission
more orders come from above......
while the children ask for candy
the world asks for love
as the bullets shatter bones and dreams
there are no outlines of chalk marks on the ground
only bodies begging to be dragged off with more dignity
than was shown to their enemies......
it's a War not a multiple Homicide
2007 © Ted Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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