Blood On Your Hands
Author: Ben Franklin
They say we have free speech
but it seems to cost,
you still sent them to war,
my cousin I lost,
He died for what?
he died to line your pockets Mr.Bush and Blair,
are you playing a game with each other?
''Hey Tony how many lives can we tear?''
''Well george,how many soldiers can you spare?''
Babies left with no father figure,
''the enemy didnt kill him son,
the goverment pulled the trigger''.
You went to war to help the people?
you should be locked up because what you did was illegal,
With a smile on your face and blood on your hands,
if you lined up all the dead people
that line would travel to distant lands,
you bombed Muhamads house
now all it is is dust,
but you still continue to preach the words
''IN GOD WE TRUST''
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Natulis (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, August 16 2004, 11:33 pm|
The enemy did kill him, not the goverment. If you go to these places and see how these people have lived while being ruled by a sadistic leader as Sadam you would understand how we needed to be there. This country was built on the courage of people who believed in a greater existence for humanity. Your cousin knew this. He was not drafted but chose to join the military knowing that at any time he might have to give up his life. We should praise the men and women who fight for our freedom, and we should stand behind the leaders of this great nation. But this is just one mans opinion!
|Ben Franklin (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, August 17 2004, 08:45 am|
please!this war was not about humanity,it is about MONEY!
since the dimise of sadam its got worse!this is just another vietnam,csnt you see this?you speake as if war is the only way to deal with YOUR countries problem. sadam was not the the problem,do you remember a guy called bin laden?afaganistan is where we should be,not out in iraq protecting an investment,
but as you said this is just one mans opinion!!!!
|Ben Franklin (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, August 27 2004, 10:24 am|
and it wasnt my cousin,just an example!
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