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A RAT A TAT



Rat a tat tat
The last time
we found
ourselves in this place
was yesterday
and the yesterday
before that
Rat a tat tat

Counting backwards
we arrive at three
and the yesterday's before
the yesterday's of
a war-filled history

Peace has no history
Some would argue
That we've had Peace-time
But I would counter
That was merely a lull
A break from the battle
But not from death's rattle

Just a breath
A breath made of coldness
Buried beneath machines
Of mass destruction

A weaponized instruction
An evil held up
by the deep roots
of money

Rat a tat tat
The last time
we found
ourselves in this place
was yesterday
and the yesterday
before that
Rat a tat tat

The last time
In war's mind
Feels the same
As the last

Our lull toward love
Is just a break
A break from Godless war
I PRAY, NO MORE

We don't have time
No time for crying
As the spirit's dying
From murderous destruction

WAKE UP
War's the last
Thing God wants
Despite the stories

Children, Mothers
And Fathers shattered
Torn from Love's arms
Buried underground
To no more laughter's sound

And don't you dare tell me
The others don't matter
Damn Warmonger
I'd say go to hell
But with your foul greed
We're already there

I feel them all
You cruel jackals
I hold them
As they scream
As they bleed
As they breathe
And give themselves over
To death's miserable scratch

Rat a tat tat
The last time
we found
ourselves in this place
was yesterday
and the yesterday
before that
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat
Boom



© 2016 Mark R Prime

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