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Syntax Servants
Syntax servants
prisoners of malignant minds
propoganda bottle fed
Their nurseries are bombshell mines
Pre-pubescent patriots
Not sure for what they fight
Scarier not to fight at all
Abandoned behind the barricades of confusion
Accents equally disdainful
Separated only by the blarney kissing robed Messiahs
Separatist, men wearing tangerine
Orange men take up arms and fight.
Catholic, Prodestant, innocents bombed all the same.
No-one takes a fleeting moment to explain
to the red haired weeping widow
Gently caressing her rosary
Each bead represents a brother, sister, cousin, a lost life
Giggling chubby toddler boys
Play soldiers with replica machine guns.
Gabrielle, firstly I would like to say' THANX ' for your positive feedback on ' NEUROSIS '
Secondly I really like the style of this poem. Not so much the subject matter, but the words you have chosen to express. I have works quite similar.
Third and last point. And I hate to be the one to tell you, unless of course it is meant...' Protestant 'spelling.
That is all I am going to say on the matter.
Best wishes, Mark.
Haunting echoes of truth seeping like blood from the battered land where it seems a persons faith is recognized as a sword.
This touches deeply. From my vantage point of this chair, I can feel the despair and the purposelessness.
It appears you have seen more deeply than I, for your query is answered by silence. And you seem to know that sound.
Again you offer brilliance amid gray. My hat is off to you, Poetess! Tim