Killers

by goshh-natty   Jul 6, 2006


Military suits stained with blood and grime.
Eyes stained with the tears that drip away
Hands held with guns -bombarding men
Howling their grandeur their alive.
keep a close sentinal..for they-
Are the proper heroes
Everyday we flip through the channels expecting the truth,
But what do we find?
The vilified become the victims
And the oppressors become the oppressed.
How can we live our lives?
How can we sleep at night?
Knowing that our brothers and sisters in humanity
Are being stripped of their homes.
I\'m asking you to stand up and make a difference,
cause it\'s pretty clear that the only solution is liberation.

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