Creatures, but two legs and brain,
Freely are imprisoned and insane,
Makers of belief’s and vision,
Insanity their mission,
Their sacred God of greed,
A creature of unholy need,
Upon the innocent their strife,
We see them on our shores arrive,
Wherefrom they come, we do not know,
Killers are the lot,
Woe is us, their might we suffer,
Not sanctuary will they offer,
Mass murder on our shores,
In compassion have no mores,
Our ice floes painted red,
Most of us are dead,
Gods hand in this they claim,
Their priests their blessings name,
Their little boats and weapons blesses,
Not to slaughter of our kind confesses,
Good men and brave, and to their nature true ,
Do what they will do,
All is blessed from up above,
With much greed, but not with love,
Half crippled there now I lay,
His viscous act me slay,
Blessed by his God of greed,
Cruelty his final deed
©Jasmin Horst E.P. Seiler,02/03/2009
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Be always safe,
Karen