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Bring Back the Days
When terrorism boomed upon the minds that day,
Nor had its whisper been plugged nor thugged;
Were many an ear and eye lifted to sound and sight,
For long-awaited element of surprise found its way.
lost unto war's badge of promise
When nor French nor we could settle on Asian soil,
Or was that some giant indoctrination of youth unto drugs,
That we would so insult and rebuke our army's own harness?
If war has
no sanction, then are lives taken in abandon,
Like one giant invasion upon an unwilling people who also
Yet if an enemy with eyes asquint can tell disaster only
Is terror to be stored in history's annals, ever some
For on the
desert of sanity's master live the crazed minds of might
For disaster upon another from awesome insanity,
Who then gain hope to solve the mirage of such abject inanity,
Those hardened anarchists who have lost heart's sight.
One day the
target will blossom as field,
A seed from yesteryear's love had been sown;
No more the rule of retaliatory struggle,
Yet only the wise had such destiny sealed.
met and shook their heads again,
Asked after the simple promise of peace;
But that was much after the defense had been laid,
The defense which met the debacle as if it were when.
has made the day more glimmering in hope,
That such battle as had been time's appointed precursor
To, yes, worse and again and again that tumult and death--
No such enemy the fire of repeat could stoke.
ways to govern and free the oppressed,
To remove the enemy's just complaint;
There are ways to keep the nations' vigil perfected,
And never again will that terrorist attack by power's eye
terrorists were the culprits in wrong assesses,
Were indeed at the root of their own premeditated complaint?
Did a thunder cloud tell them to air their battle,
As if not theirs, only to belch from their own fiery recesses?
have seen the battle for true and for real,
Will overcome its ugly scar and defamation's finger,
Upon us put by crooked ones not capable of their own claims;
We as a nation have more than a notion of what secrets would
we straighten the finger upon us put
To face and to tell us a lie after horror's pain,
Then would we also say there is no way to ever commit like
What war is it to fight and to kill untold, calling pure such
For soot is
soot, and the borders bend,
The flames of drugs lick the senses on both sides;
That miserable poison goes beyond borders,
Giving privy to enemies' ordered fend.
remember the days of before, of yore,
When fight was clean and beyond its own dirt;
When men who would contend saw a way after truce,
Fought each battle based on that before.
can be won, can settle the fears,
Can establish mankind's justice and entire day;
Bring back the innocence of our youth taken by him,
That took office to wage drugs on war's face as boys' tears.
the righteous beyond the ken of those now fallen to him;
The invisible grave he occupies, some dictator alive
Still to save face beyond his deserved disgrace;
Let America not be overturned from within as communism's seeds
the sky where no blue ray would soar past eagle's beak
Lest the sanction of harmony's soul and truth,
Oh let the truth be sung and won again;
Bring back the days where Old Glory snaps to the winds of war
made the flag, let the doves contend for peace after truce;
For man made the war in God's name, let the doves pray for
For what is truce where no sanity speaks first,
For terrorists do not speak to make rules before mayhem's
minds to peace from results of terroristic attack;
Draw from history's manager for this come true:
That the real and innocent ways of our noble cause for
freedom's eternal days
Will never go under, for but two towers did we ever then lack.
preserve like seeds instead of fruit
As God makes better the day for peace;
Until then we can count our stores, not in wealth,
But in values we hold until destiny's righteous recruit.
© 2003 by Marilynn Stark
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