(Real World Poem) Terrorism

TERRORISM

 

What in the name of Satan has terrorism ever been good for

Do we pretend that innocent blood has no matter to God

The Devil’s broad-ax is heated in the delusions of evil men

Raid upon raid blood upon blood dry bones baking in the sun

Can civilization grow when the stench of blood is on your hands

 

Generation’s grow more hate filled with the passing of time

How deeply does the blood splatter upon your hate filled Souls

Those that you kill is it for flag, honor, their land, God or gold

In whose Army do you ride upon the ancient Saints dry bones

Do you ride with or against the Four-Horsemen Revelation foretold

 

Fear and tyranny, do you claim Valhalla or virgins as our life’s goal

Kill all who are not like you, is this really God’s or Satan’s own will

Satan tries to wash his hands in the blood of God’s Holy Saints

Black pajamas nor bright white sheets can save the Soul within

Nation against nation, clan against clan, all blood is red spilt

 

I kill you or you kill me the breath we all breathe is the same

Does God require blood sacrifices to turn little boys into men

Terror you have given, at your death, Satan laughs in your face

Idiots, the Devil takes the breath of the innocent, at your hand

Terrorism and God have nothing to do with each other my friend

Saints blood you have spilled, now you sink into Hell through the sand

 

 

 

 

 

 

Honest, Truthful American History

 

On old wooden leaky boats smaller than a rich mans toys

We all climbed in and to this new world we set our sails

There’s some that have joined us who are looking for gold and fame

Most came for the hope of land that they could till in their own name

 

Roanoke Island, Jamestown on the river off the Chesapeake Bay

To Plymouth by the Rock these old creaky boats found their way

Pushed, pulled and chased yet most whites came by their own will

Many really had no choice, poverty and the laws chased them away

 

This strange new world with all this lumber and open land to claim

An extension of Heaven to all white males this land lays in wait

Wait, who are these strange red faces, with arrows pointed our way

Indians, so-called by Captain Columbus and his misfit crews I think

 

America, with all these wide open spaces surely I can make my way

White male land owners ordained, we shall be from sea to shining sea

These Indians don’t matter there just good excuse to use our black powder

What our white mans diseases don’t wipe out we will turn into our slaves

 

America, Valhalla to all white males who have the guts, guns and gold to stay

Kill all the Indian Braves then turn all who are left breathing into our slaves

The Chinese aren’t white so we can use them like dogs to lay our steel highways

Then these Black Devils from Africa, they are only good for work, whips and chains

 

Why should we be forced to stop at our borders whether by land or by the seas

Canada to our north settled by the French so of course we have every right to invade

To our south we burst through their front door to Mexico City we rode without shame

Spanish, Mexicans and them damn Indians, if we killed them all who would care anyway

 

Our gold bought Alaska from those Russians so damn it, no war, we didn’t get to play

Then of course there were those primitive Hawaiians, not knowing what we had in store

With big guns and ships we invaded their Islands, killed half the men, imprisoned their Queen

Now their land is our land as we buried our flag in their sand, you know we always want more

 

Is it through ego or arrogance that why some of us don’t understand the outside world

Why do some roll their eyes and snicker when we say that peace and human rights are our stay

America, I do still believe that she is the best nation to ever give her people a somewhat honest chance

So don’t get angry when others see us different, just look at King George W., Obama and Guantanamo Bay.