- Non-Erotic Poetry
- American Thoughts
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Click hereSitting here in disbelief, Is it true what they said
How can it be, My chest so tight, I can't breathe
Tears fill my eyes so that I can't see
Where is my family, is everyone fine,
I just want to go home and be with mine
Listening to the horror on the radio while working
We sit so safe and secure in our homes
Thinking that nothing can happen
Our country's too strong
No one will mess with us
We'll wipe them out
How can someone hate us for no reason at all
We ask ourselves as the Trade Centers fall
Four birds in the air traveling blind
With terrorists in control with one thing in mind
One hits New Yorkers way deep in their hearts
and another that tears Manhattan apart.
Since this is America and we believe in free speech
I will tell all you idiots who will anti war preach
If we continue to go through life with our heads in the air
The next time they hit maybe you’ll be there!
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 17 years agoDear Sonja, Your poem stinks like ammonia
So please allow me to drop this response on ya
Instead of lies, propaganda and stupid ego, to try and boost
How about this, your chickens are coming home to roost
Never would I wish death on nobody
But check your history, its all so bloody
The nation founders, all haloed in heroism and bravery
Their hands are dripping with blood, I mention slavery
mass genocide of the so called Injuns
They wiped out, with diseases, poison and guns
You who scorns the Moby Dicks and praises the Captain Ahab
Who fucked with whom first, The Yankee or the Arab
Oh for no reason, you think you are under attack
But maybe ask yourself, why is your ass really getting fucked
Most sane minds in the nation, this senseless Invasion they shun
Yet brave RedSOnja is behind it, bitch do you have a son
Being used as a pawn, in Desert Storm Part Two
Dear Sonja, please allow me to say fuck you
Pornography, you shout stick with bitch
For cognitive prose fits you, like a car to a ditch
Just thought I should rhyme shit for you together
LeBrozover 17 years agoThere is no mysterious conspiracy against America fighting;
It's the American way for things, especially war, to be quick, fast, and brutally done;
We don't want the long, difficult, hard work thing;
We want in, out, thing's all done;
Pop a pill and everything's fine.
