Let’s Start Another War (Collaborative Poem)

Collaborative Poem by poets –

*jdubqca *MyVogonPoetry *Permabloom *vivchook *Troublegummer *afcoory

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LET’S START ANOTHER WAR

The Arab Spring is here, they say
As long as the oil is flowing.
Democracy is the way to go
Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Iran.
Let’s start another war.
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Freedom at any cost,
Never mind the innocents.
We can replace fine young men
Someone has to pay.
Let’s start another war.
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These streets once belonged
to the youth of a nation,
but now they are bulleted
and torn and bulldozed.
Let’s start another war.
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Washington generals sit in
Leather chairs and smoke
Cuban cigars, picking up the phone
And dialling in on a strike.
Let’s start another war.
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Alerts will be sounded.
as forces are scrambled.
Buildings will crash to
the earth in one heartbeat.
Let’s start another war.
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As we watch from
safe distance,
nothing can hurt us,
we just switch the channel.
Let’s start another war.
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We’ll watch for as long as
blood is shed spectacularly.
Then we’ll stop
and go back to the sitcom.
Let’s start another war.
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At best the martyrs will become
a romantic footnote,
next to a Qabbani poem book
or the mashrabiya mirror.
Let’s start another war.
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Perhaps a few do wonder
the reasons for it all –
as we watch from our comfort,
the dismal Truth behind
Let’s start another war.
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Do we realise the cost to us?
That a higher price is paid –
Our Innocence, and empathy, fades –
the true Collateral Damage of
Let’s start another war.
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Shock and awe streams like soap
A solitary shrouded figure sees red mist
then becomes Red Mist
We can put on a show right here
Let’s start another war.
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Statues fall and statutes crumble
While flags are waved and burned and worn
The gladiators, entertainers, spectators dance
to the rhythm of shells and gunfire.
Boredom and fear

Let’s start another war.
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Collaborative Poem by poets –

*jdubqca *MyVogonPoetry *Permabloom *vivchook *Troublegummer *afcoory

Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth. – —-Kahlil Gibran

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Another Poet Is Silenced – Ibrahim Qashoush.