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Poetry
Anti-war protest At an anti-war protestyou dare to shout Communist while driving passed rows of crosses for those who died in Iraq. Pumping your ghetto music in your gas guzzling solution, have you stopped to think it's those soliders blood that's fueling your tank? Or do you take it all for granted? Tell me, where the fuck is the RESPECT? We in protest are peaceful. All with one goal: Bring the Troops home now! We stand united, not divided, despite the diversity of the crowd. More people than I have ever seen, all gathered together at one place, a time in space, travelling thousands of miles to share their voice with those in power, as the sniper's on the White House roof scan the crowd from signs of violence and most likely taking photographs. There was no violence to be found. Please President Bush, end this futile war. Our boys and girls are dying all for what? All for not, except to line a select few white men's wallets. No WMD's, tell me please their deaths weren't for oil. Are you oblivious to the international turmoil you are causing? By Mara McWilliams Please note: |
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