My poem for war profiteers from a soldier.

[MiniMandaRuth]

All that you stand for, you puppeteers of death,
All that you work for, you stealers of breath,
All that you've used, in all you photos, you hold baby's breath,
But I know that you're a master of death.

I've fought for you, you who sit behind your desk,
I've fought for you, so you're safe from the grotesque,
I've fought for you, who reward me in a way most burlesque,
And now I know I'll have no rest.

When I fall, from a wound in the heart,
When I fall, I'll haunt you until you too, depart,
When I fall, you'll discard me like a spare part,
When I fall from a wound in the heart.

All you masters of war, all you that try,
All you masters of war, all you can do, is send smiles to those die.
All you masters of war, I look to you now,
All you masters of war, you all take a bow.

When I come back, you will forget me,
When I come back, I'll live under the peach tree,
When I come back, I'll barely be able to see,
But you don't care, care for those like me.

My children will gather, gather 'round me,
My children will gather, my wife 'll see,
My children will gather, I'm not the same man,
I'll never be the same, destroyed I am.

Dreams of death, destruction I caused I'm accounting,
Dreams of death, while your money, you're counting,
Dreams of death, of me drowning,
Because of what you've done.

So when you're in grave, not soon enough,
So when you're in your grave, looking all cold and rough,
So when you're in your grave, you think it'd be tough,
But when you're in your grave, it won't be enough.

I'll stand like a guard, over you,
I'll stand like a guard, sun, wind, cold, through,
I'll stand like a guard, I'd always thought,
It'd be me, not you.

So rest, in your bed of fiery sheets,
And the air shakes with the devils beats,
Where you walk in bloodstained streets,
History of mine, you will repeat.

So when I'm standing, standing over you,
So when I'm standing, my mind going askew,
I'll remember, remember you.

remember what you did to me,
Remember what you did to my family,
My friends, my life, everything I loved,
And after, aside you put me and shoved.

So know now, you men who build things that kill,
So know now, those who beat my free will,
So know now, all who hear this now,
They'll wear a mask of virtue, and take many bows.

[MiniMandaRuth]

1. kick because I'm a shameless self-promoter.

[Tsiyu]

2. Very touching.

It would make a good "Dylan" type song or Rap song.

[MiniMandaRuth]

4. Thank you!

[ddeclue]

3. Very nice -it's very hard to follow Bob Dylan on this topic...

Masters of War - Bob Dylan, 1963

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

[proud patriot]

5. I can see that put to music

:thumbsup:

[MiniMandaRuth]

6. Thanks!

[insane_cratic_gal]

7. you almost have 2 poems there

can I point it out? Not sure if you meant to but it was brilliant

All that you stand for you puppeteers of death

I fought for you, you who sit behind your desk,


When I fall from a wound in the heart

All you masters of War all you that try,

When I come back, you will forget me

My children will gather, gather 'round me

Dreams of death, destruction I caused I'm accounting

So when you're in grave, not soon enough

I'll stand like a guard, over you,

So rest, in your bed of fiery sheets

So when I'm standing, standing over you

remember what you did to me

So know now, you men who build things that kill, They'll wear a mask of virtue, and take many bows.


I found that neat in it's own unique way, it has a angry rhythm all of its own, just as you have written is quite powerful. I just thought it was neat that each first sentence of a verse was a poem in itself.


Maya Angelou watch out!

[MiniMandaRuth]

8. Why thank you!

That is probably the most thoughtful comment I've received from ANYONE at all!