(04-10-2011, 03:37 PM)ficosdarkness Wrote: Two shots of hate fired off from a mouth, it's reverb as loud as a gun.the mojo seems to be okay.
Not for love or money, that's not why they kill, this genocide's not for fun.
Two deafening blows in a religious war, another jihad has begun.
An eye for an eye, a soul for a soul and one man's son for another's son. is the 2nd son needed?
Young lives end before they begin, in an age old war that will never be done.
Two white roses placed atop a coffin, a strong wind blows, it leaves only one.
Ashes to ashes & dust to dust we pray, under the setting of a bloody sun.
Two thousand children are trained to fight, while their leaders are on the run.
As a new day dawns, a never-ending battle rages on, in a war that can not be won.
it feels a little generic so i'd go with Libya. though i can't imagine a holy war there. i think the poem has real potential if a few strong and definitive images could be used. at the moment unless we know of the white rose image it could be a war war anywhere in the middle east.
great to see you back, thanks for the read.
don't be a strangerbtw, great title