all its vile venoms' taste
spent much time praying
"O, stop this human waste."
In my name was called a war
in retaliation for just one day
we had egged on the charge
heated the pot to raise the frey.
I puked up yesterday
its wanton lustful lies
akin to hellish breath
blowing at devilish eyes.
Too many accept the ploy
which glows vivid and bright
a rich man's written contract
he signed in the dead of night.
I puked up yesterday
its cloud of darkened smoke
caused a haze of blindness
to heave a patriotic yoke.
Poor folk do the fighting
for rich man's holy gain
loosing rights along the way
driving thinkers near insane.
I puked up yesterday
raised the filth up to the sky
so those not blinded do see
with a clearer opened eye.
You, whose war you called
in "MY" name, step aside;
blood drips from "Your" hand
the gates of hell be opened wide.
DelCano 2004 May

