The American Dream

By Brian Okabayashi

21st Century

Behind a desk afar the people's peril
He sits in a luxuriate office oval,
Where in comfort is preparing send
Us, Americans into several wars numerous.
Now hoping only his father's war to win,
Urban's crusade, the bloodbath of old, renew,
The opportunity is come,
Attack villages under
The leader you hate!
We love our wholesome home,
The land of noble free,
We, therefore, the sacrifice
Ultimate shall soon make
Your strike now hit,
You, none willing stop
A battle bloody, way far a'here.
Silence the beseechments of peace,
Mind whose future you take,
Quell the violence with war!
Send armies the innocent to butcher!
Hear not the infants' cry
Heads of whom royal signature dissevers,
Listen not to our world weep,
Hope not for victory, but your might display!
Cringe not at bombs you drop,
Speak not with enemies, rather them to slay!
End not your campaign long
Until the world over is drenched
With the blood of those you freed.

DayPoems Poem No. 2263
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