War

[Horn]

War
For all that you could do,
War should rank last on the list,
And high... Is it worth it?
All the dead lives wasted all
For your power, your money,
Your resources?
Or is it to preserve the rights of man
When all else has failed?

When after twenty-seven years of civil-war,
Angola has suffered torrents and horrors
That leads to not only mass death and
Destruction, but also the corruption
And rotting of the mind,
Leading to the accusation of not only the elderly,
But children,
As young as five,
Tortured, hanged, beat, raped, burned, drowned, stoned..
Is that worth it?
The decimating of innocent children,
The future of your country?
When children are forced to dance and jump
For hours on end in the hottest part of
The torching African day…
When they thought their actions would cleanse
The witches and sorcerers of the land?
When they needed someone, anyone to blame?
When instead of taking a step forwards,
They take two steps backwards?
When no one, not even parents,
Come to the defense of the children,
Except the accused children themselves,
Who are often accused of petty mistakes
Most children do, or know no better of?
When the parents are often the ones to
Bury their own children alive,
Are these torrents of the mind and memory,
Worth the struggle, when their always be
Disagreements, and war will boil up over
The pot again, like always, often to
Emphasize their power and sacrifice the
Precious lives of their own people with little regard?

[Hunter]

Oh, this is very good.

[bloodredtears]

wow...amazingly done...this is so ..emotion filled...your pain and anger at these atrocities is well defined in this piece..great job!

[rinna(on leave...for eternity)]

this is excellent! i'm not a very political person but this was an excellent example of one voice speaking for many....
x rinna x

[Horn]

*Edit*
War
For all that you could do,
War should rank last on the list,
Only if attacked...
Ask yourself... Is it worth it?
All the dead lives wasted all
For your power, your money,
Your markets, your resources?

When after the second biggest war in history,
Caused by silly alliances, dangerous nationalism,
Dumb militarism, exploiting imperialists, and one simple death
That caused millions to die and millions others
To suffer in agony... Where everyone knew a death...
Where we knew hunger... We suffered through depression...
Isn't a strange that two small countries' conflict
Can erupt into world violence?
Where people fight for no reason at all, just for the erupting tension

Where children are born starving,
Not even knowing jobs are connected with food,
Dead father, working mother,
Where are the joys of the youth?
Buried inside the rage caused by hippocrites

The revenge, causing more revenge, spurring such hatred
When all this caused the biggest war in history,
Caused such despair, such death, of millions...
Millions of innocent people, at such a young age

When this war left people so hopeless
As to put all their hopes in dictators
Who caused millions more deaths
And more tortures, brainwashing
Those, taking away their individuality
And instilling in them
The mass ideas of the state,
Telling us to be like the crowd
Just to regain that pride, that greed

When after twenty-seven years of civil-war,
Angola has suffered torrents and horrors
That leads to not only mass death and
Destruction, but also the corruption
And rotting of the mind,
Leading to the accusation of not only the elderly,
But children,
As young as five,
Tortured, hanged, beat, raped, burned, drowned, stoned..
Is that worth it?
The decimating of innocent children,
The future of your country?
When children are forced to dance and jump
For hours on end in the hottest part of
The torching African day…
When they thought their actions would cleanse
The witches and sorcerers of the land?
When they needed someone, anyone to blame?
When instead of taking a step forwards,
They take two steps backwards?
When no one, not even parents,
Come to the defense of the children,
Except the accused children themselves,
Who are often accused of petty mistakes
Most children do, or know no better of?
When the parents are often the ones to
Bury their own children alive,
Are these torrents of the mind and memory,
Worth the struggle, when their always be
Disagreements, and war will boil up over
The pot again, like always, often to
Emphasize their power and sacrifice the
Precious lives of their own people with little regard?

When you send the
Best, the strongest, the honored
Into Iraq, didn't you know this?
The terrors of war?
Why did we even go here?
To police these other countries?
Can't they take care of themselves?
Just to instill our standards on them?
For our resources?
How the honored can corrupt even
This select group,
Where people are tought to hate
Their enemy in these dreaded times
How the people are affected,
Not just how they are sacrifices
How you kill these people
You never met, you never knew
For you, who sit by a desk and watch

Now, who will understand me? Who will I play catch with?
Now my mother sits weeping,
My father, a victim to the
Corruption of the human race

We don't need aliens
To exterminate the human race,
We can do it ourselves