Heaven Sent (?)
Killing without kindness
The luck of the bombs
Dropped with pinpoint madness
Changing the earth
To suit some high-tech whims
And like whims
They burn quickly
In the night
So bright
Straw villages
Relentlessly bright
In the spontaneous hellfire of war
When our might seemed so right
When our strength turned to weakness
Liberty’s torch was extinguished
Add a little knowledge
A lot of greed
A pinch of my country ‘tis of thee
The lead of bullets and bombs
Turning the earth into a hellish hole
The nightmare results of madmen’s souls.
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-by Mark S. Foley
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