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The Killing Fields
by Debra Faulconer Baker
Saturday, May 03, 2008
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The Land of the Free...The Home of the Brave...Now the Killing Fields...




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 Our Children, be there hope

Some will survive

Mothers and Fathers weep

In prayer

Still, their Children slip away

Into the night

Nights turning into days

The vicious induct them

Leaving only one way out


Choices become tattoos'

Markings of the Beast

The path they have chosen

The bandana's marking representation

The war of the world

Dance in the streets where once friends

Now thy own enemies

Fight for recognition

A new killing field

Killing to set an example

A city divided

Where Lords protect their own

Feeding drugs to Children

Showing them the way

Each becoming a Brother or Sister

Under protection


Thieves, pimps, prostitutes, drug dealers, and gun runners

The new Lords of the world

Powerful only till time run out

Another stepping into their shoes

I say a war far away be nothing

Compared to the war here in America

The Land of the Free

The Home of the Brave

Now the killing fields

Weep Mothers and Fathers

You have not failed

Society has broken down

Surrendering our Children

Feeding Lords under the protection


A Higher-up

Someone, you would least suspect

Being the Devil himself

Will this great war ever end?

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Reviewed by Z McClure 7/9/2008
Debra you have written more than a poem, you have become the voice for those precious humans caught in the cross-fire of the culture of death and its overlords. Who would believe it here in America?
We are busy in others backyards, when terrorism is reigning in our own. Like the plumber who fixes everyone elses kitchen sink, while his own dear wife sits at home with a broken one, so is our America!
Hope you are widely read. May things change. -Zach
Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson 5/14/2008
There are so many dying . Sometimes it seems endless. It all has to stop some how , some way , but the answer remains elusive......M
Reviewed by Felix Perry 5/4/2008
SAd reality of our times that we can ignore the violent death and destruction in our own backyards to go fight to make another country free.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 5/4/2008
Beautiful Morning To You Debra,
Indeed I Weep I Weep For Everyone
This is A Wonderful Write In This Millenium of War.
The Grief I Can Only Try To Fathom Of The Fathers & Mothers losing Their Children, we all suffer
Embraced ~ Embrassť

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