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A little boy was fitted with new legs, toys, he thought, that needn't winding- click, click, click…Boom!
Two little girls, sisters lowered to their nest, youth stolen, like their dear mother in June- click, click, click…Boom!

2,292 troops hunkered down for eternity defending country from phantom weaponry- click, click, click…Boom! 205 coalition forces snuffed out so soon defending ghosts wrapped in patriot cloak- click, click, click…Boom!

You say Bush rarely makes the safe choice, with that, dear friends, I’ll not disagree- click, click, click…Boom! Ask the 16,906 US troops wounded in action! if you could but ask the 50,000 dead Iraqi!- click, click, click…Boom!

Do you honestly think George Bush is a hero? That you’re safer for his killing an erroneous foe?- click, click, click…Boom! Shore up the troops not self-annihilation, democracy dream jumbled in civil war gestation- click, click, click…

© 2006 mrp/thepoetryman

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  1. Beutiful...You are very gifted! keep up the good work!

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  2. Thank you, anonymous, but I am merely a cog, a cog in the wheel, my friend. Peace...

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  3. The gently raging cog.

    Wonderful, killing poem.
    Beautifully complex artwork.

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  4. Nothing like a gentle rage to wash the tyranny away... Thank you, mirth...

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  5. Very powerful prose dear sir..very powerful.

    Your images are as well.

    Thank you for sharing them with us.

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  6. You cog on friend...we are reading and immersed your images...sensory experiences abound here...

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