This poem is kind of a war protest poem... war is bad. ____ Bloodthirsty Men A bloody aggression followed by a funeral procession Why do we have to initiate the transgression? What's with all the wars we wage? Why so anxious to pick up a gun and go on a rampage? People so quick to kill No reguard for the blood that is spilled A bloody battle cry is heard Millions to be slaughtered just because he said the word Bloodthirsty men destroying peoples lives Bloodthirsty men raping other mens wives Bloodthirsty men doing the world an injustice Bloodthirsty men running a bloody circus When will we destroy ourselves? With nuclear weapons and bullets on the shelves Total destruction of mankind How could men of been so blind? A bloody war has just begun No one can reverse the damage that has been done How can one side be right when we're all so wrong? Why can't we all just get along? Bloodthirsty men killing young women ending the lives of innocent children Bloodthirsty Men
We live in a world of bloodthirsty men, bloodthirsty women and bloodthirsty children. I've never been to war but I've witnessed some brutal street fights and all those calling for blood were younger than I. Had they learned from it from their moms and pops or the media? No. It was innate.
"It is the soldier not the reporter that gives us the freedom of press It is the soldier not the poet that gives us the freedom of speech It is the soldier not the campus organizer who has given us the freedom to demonstrate It is the soldier Who salutes the flag Who serves beneath the flag And whos coffin is draped by the flag Who allows the protestor to burn the flag" i know you are entitled to your opinion, but you must remember that there are amazing men and women out there fighting to the death to defend your right to have that opinion. people are dying to let you have your freedom. dont hate the soldier who fights for you, hate the person that made him do it.
maybe I should've said this at the begining, but I thought people would realize that I was only referring to the bad soldiers, the ones who do the things I mentioned in my poem. I know there are good soldiers... My poem was just about the bad bloodthirsty ones. Thanx.
