death is still being decided by politicians, we elect politicians = we should make our wishes known
politics and irony
by: fee
gunfire
harsh and loud
hear the sound of dead
bombing
sky dropped hell
children bloodied red
alone
field soldier
he knows deaths calling
flying
flag draped souls
the curtains falling
raising
hands take vote
elect war machine
pen
making ink strokes
no hope for peace seen
crying
teardrops born
uncomprehending
flowers
wilt and blow
pain never ending
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Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
Reviewed on March 19, 2008
Fabulous write Fee, so many risk their lifes for the sake of countries, and yes, (politicians) My son, is on his way home from
Iraq now as I write, I am very proud of him, yet, I do wonder
the effect it will have on his mind forever more!!!! My whole family
of men have served in the military and one doing time in Viet-nam
was in contact with the agent orange...the side effects he will live
with forever and the visions that took place in a bloody war is overwhelming for ALL those men and women...and where the hell is
the govn. to help this men afterwards? they should be award throughout their lifes for covering their arse...grrr...ok, I'm through...hehe...Awesome write Fee and thanks for writing in memory
of your countries men and women...Hugs dear friend, Peg
I can not even begin to imagine how awful it is to hear this, as I could only slightly compare it to my personal experiences with death on a plane of hospice type as the final breath does leave. This type of death that pulls the reader into your poem is something I would never want to hear as that sound is also horror.
Embraced~ Embrasse'
Vickie
Such a gracious poem, Felix, expressing the heartfelt sentiments of the masses. Grace and politics make unhappy bedfellows and can seldom share the same decision-making platform, it seems. I am struck by the visual appearance of the two title words: politics and irony. Might be my eyes, but all I can see is steely iron, like a shrapnel cross somehow. War is a dagger to the heart. Bless you, Kate xx
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Iraq now as I write, I am very proud of him, yet, I do wonder
the effect it will have on his mind forever more!!!! My whole family
of men have served in the military and one doing time in Viet-nam
was in contact with the agent orange...the side effects he will live
with forever and the visions that took place in a bloody war is overwhelming for ALL those men and women...and where the hell is
the govn. to help this men afterwards? they should be award throughout their lifes for covering their arse...grrr...ok, I'm through...hehe...Awesome write Fee and thanks for writing in memory
of your countries men and women...Hugs dear friend, Peg
Love Tinka
Oh Powerful Poet!!
"gunfire
harsh and loud
hear the sound of dead"
I can not even begin to imagine how awful it is to hear this, as I could only slightly compare it to my personal experiences with death on a plane of hospice type as the final breath does leave. This type of death that pulls the reader into your poem is something I would never want to hear as that sound is also horror.
Embraced~ Embrasse'
Vickie
God bless you. Kathy
Sanja xo
Those that never went to war are the ones wishing one.
Great words, great feeling.
Georg
Love, Christine
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO Rose