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Array ( [sid] => 173139 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => carbine reflections [time] => 2012-06-23 14:17:04 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Can you see me being caressed by the death grip of welfare,
strapped to a jake's waist, protect his affairs
Can you feel my void stare when we meet eye to eye,
when I bust, no protection,
give birth to demise.
I may not bring justice but I can make things fair
some hate me, all dread me,
hold me if you dare.
I can't bring you hell but you will feel my heat
I may not be worshipped but you'll kneel before me.
I'm a blighter of peace, a bringer of violence
my deafening cries can bring all to silence
I'm the cold steel farmer, a sower of fears
I make my rounds daily, I harvest your tears
So can you hear me now?
I hope you speak "bloaw"
Nobody likes my visits and I'm coming to your town
I might have scarred your life,
took your child and wife,
crippled your mom
I gave you power
I made you mortals gods. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 43 [informant] => yeboaheu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

carbine reflections

Contributed by yeboaheu on Saturday, 23rd June 2012 @ 02:17:04 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Can you see me being caressed by the death grip of welfare,
strapped to a jake's waist, protect his affairs
Can you feel my void stare when we meet eye to eye,
when I bust, no protection,
give birth to demise.
I may not bring justice but I can make things fair
some hate me, all dread me,
hold me if you dare.
I can't bring you hell but you will feel my heat
I may not be worshipped but you'll kneel before me.
I'm a blighter of peace, a bringer of violence
my deafening cries can bring all to silence
I'm the cold steel farmer, a sower of fears
I make my rounds daily, I harvest your tears
So can you hear me now?
I hope you speak "bloaw"
Nobody likes my visits and I'm coming to your town
I might have scarred your life,
took your child and wife,
crippled your mom
I gave you power
I made you mortals gods.

Copyright © yeboaheu ... [ 2012-06-23 14:17:04]
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Re: carbine reflections (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 23rd June 2012 @ 10:22:56 PM AEST
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I bet not many reply. A light automatic rifle rightly so does
scare one's soul. A unit, I don't know. An appendage, moral viscosity, outrage, and why?

I don't know, perhaps you're a soldier. I'm not. I'm just a guy.
I see guns all the time on the news. But not for real.
Maybe, most likely, I'm way off base here.
But you will touch down and come back to Earth, or at least, I do pray you do.

reach out. Write. Read Kurt Vonnegut, first his biography, then his works.

Peace!

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