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The Flight of Cowards
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A View From My Bay
I stood at the pane transfixed and amazed, as I watched an evil most foul, partaking in a meal of human innocence, fleeing what was to become holed ground.
19 cowards to my home they are bound, bringing a false gospel through the air.
They preach a word that cannot be heard by most any civilized ear.
Little boys transporting endless shame to their worthless and empty names.
The Towers are down.
The Pentagon Attacked.
Shanksville turned into a burial ground.
We will not forget, you demented wretch.
From these cowardly acts, we will rebound.
Hear this sound even from the grave, you and your cohorts will all be found, 19 and counting down.
American, I proclaim without any shame, color not my claim to fame.
19 cowards easy to sway, allowed yourselves to be molded like cheap store-bought clay.
Not a Soldier among them, not a man in sight.
19 cowards, you boarded the wrong flight.
Eternal hate is your check-in gate.
There will be no applause for your dastardly cause.
Four planes in flight, 19 cowards in sight.
Each making false claims of morality.
With feckless thugs claiming a right to blood, supported by God above.
Haven’t you heard that God is love?
Hiding behind curtains, claiming credit from afar, devoid of honor, dignity and a true sense of who you are.
Soulless puppets hanging from a dead tree, this is all they can ever hope to be.
Feet of clay with manhood left wanting.
Misdirected boys growing up with no toys.
Bereft of the valor that it takes to be a man, knowing no honor, your words a joke, on every syllable, I pray you choke.
All you have done is bring shame to your State.
Flying cowards your only fate.
Cowardly spawns that speak of lust and virgins waiting in the sky to ease their boyish urges.
Seeking sex, not love, with shameful indifference, as if blessed from above, this truly isn’t.
What god above would proclaim this as just?
Living day to day seeking only lust.
Foolish cowards, you have sealed your fate, chained to your followers living eternity in hate.
I ask you weak and rudderless thugs, how many must die before you open your eyes, and realize that you and your kind are living a lie?
I have an extra bit of news for you intruders; your daggers of hate will never penetrate the God inspired gates of the United States.
I challenge all cowards of your similar ilk; make your case to this determined face.
Meet me head-on let’s settle our fates.
I challenge you, come from behind the curtain, step to the gate, pick any date, look me in the eye and let’s seal our fates.
Let’s see who blinks first and is just living a lie.
Let’s see who blinks first and who must die.
What honor is there in what you have done?
Where is the victory in your demon ways?
Show me, coward, what have you won?
Tell me, coward, why do you continue to run?
Your empty sacrifice was not the means to an end.
Your misguided direction, not true to any cause.
19 Cowards flying limp and blind, into an eternal fate of hate.
Into a rapid decline.
