Chicano Poet

Thursday, December 08, 2011

The Pearl

Planes dropped their bombs
and sprayed their bullets.

Planes which did not know
right from wrong.

The men inside of them
had minds of their own.

They’d come from far away,
fleeing the rising sun.

Their mission was sweet
and desirable to the Generals.

Their minions
were mostly minions.

The war went on
in sea and land and air.

Many lived
and many died.

But everything
remained the same.


At 9:14 AM, Blogger Jim Murdoch said...

Enjoyed this one. Took me a while to get the title but I suppose if I was an American it would have jumped out at me. First thing I thought of was 'pearl of wisdom' actually which goes too.

At 11:19 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks, Jim.


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