Poem To My Friends In Iraq by Matheau Sieber

The lifeless earth, stood still. When the ancients
Breathed life upon its surface, great things began
To grow. The grass grew high along with trees,
Animals, insects, bumble bees.
Along the way man and woman came.
Began to speak language, gave each other names
Time began to spin this world clock, hand by hand
He spun the sands
Beauty flew threw Gods finger tips.
He sent us Jesus who spoke beauty threw his lips
I’ve invented and researched, found things out
Resurrection, recoil, envy, evolution, then doubt.
Where along this crooked path can we wash the sin
Of the things that have come and past.
Simple things we all know, things so dear that help us so
Trapping, chasing, great hunters pride
Grandfather, father and mama died
Lost in this lifeless earth, the recoil of a perfect world
2000 years without a word, I fear the 2nd coming
fear the humming bird do not long for that which you
don’t have, with love comes sadness, with all things come shame.
Someone once said that, “all we need is love and the world
Would smile.” In my theory, that’s untrue because this world lacks teeth.
This world can not solve its problems, without bloodshed,
Without it, without sacrifice we learn nothing about ourselves
Our country’s pride and misguided leadership.
Our children’s world will never be like this one we’ve known.
Our world slowly crumbles beneath, our feet and somehow
We stay afloat.
Somewhere, we have to draw a line. Maybe those angry souls
Will cross. Find the rest that awaits them.
Maybe in the new founded land, where we are everything but free,
Could find peace. Existence is futile; if all we live for is pain.
When we grow on such emotion, we are really denying are true height,
Our true destiny.
The propaganda, the media, and the government
Feed our mouths with sourdough.
Blood for peace, blood for evil, blood for reassurance, and blood for soil.
“Are we going the wrong direction?”
Mass hysteria, mass destruction, mass confusion.
What happened to war resolution?
Promise you will come back safe, angry that you had to go.
Angry for what we’ll never know,
Remember red, white, and blue
Has flown high threw the night.
Understand now why you have to fight.

Tarna (75.16.224.1) -- Sunday, November 23 2008, 02:17 am

war thru the ages
As the world watches the sands of time pass war has been part of the past and will always be a part of the world.. Evil people will always need to be fought and the weak will need protection and guidence to re-find the strength. There will be war always as there has always been. Hopefully our brothers and sisters will all come home safe and not bitter.. As we are glad to have them home.. Sorry your brother was injured..hope he will be okay .... Remember he is a hero doing the job he chose to do... All the best.. good writing welcome to dreamer's family

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