Raindrops February 13, 1999
© Copyright 1999 by John L. Waters.
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1. Oh!
The senselessness of war
Is evident even to children
Who enjoy life
And being loved by men
More than being
Shot by them
To death.
Oh!
Yeah!
And if leaders only knew
The senselessness of war,
And what grand symbols do
To flesh and blood!
(contributor: John L. Waters)
2. Come on!
Salute the sun
And give thanks
No tanks have yet run
Over your mangled body!
(contributor: John L. Waters)
3. The senselessness of war
Pits you against me
By filling our minds with hate
And fear.
Our fingers itch
To pull the trigger.
“I’m bigger than you,”
I say,
“With my bigger gun
And I figger that means
You deserve death.”
(contributor: John L. Waters)
4. The senselessness of war
Burns billions of gallons of oil,
Enough oil to heat New York City
For one hundred winters.
Oy Vey!
And it’s not your lucky day
When your name is called
To serve and be consumed
By the Flesh Eater
Or as a survivor of the war
To have become
A vital part of
The Flesh Eater’s own
Devouring war machine.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
5. The Moon shines down
Upon the explosive carnage of war
At night
And the senselessness of the fight
Makes his gaze quite vacant.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
6. General!
Shoot arrows at the sun.
Spit at the Moon.
June’s crickets might as well
Move your soldiers enough to
Lay down their guns
And play upon fiddles.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
7. Visiting Santa Barbara
I walked by the Old Mission.
Red tiles and ancient mossy oaks
Shot my eyes full of red and green
And I thought of the friars
And the Natives who served them
As representatives of
The Living
Conquistadorian God.
When its massive brazen
Bells rang out
I scarcely heard them.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
8. I was a boy
In a city filled with joy
Under the great
Avocado tree.
High over my head
I heard the hum
Of toiling bees.
Later that evening
My father brought me a comb
Of delicious dark avocado
Honey
For me to eat.
It was a dream.
My mother said
In fact the man died
Two years before
In a bloody ravine
Near Ardennes,
France.
But for me, hero or not,
I never knew the man
Who was my father.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
9. In July
In Kansas at three o’clock
In the afternoon
Looking up through
Ellum branches
The blue sky and the green
Of living, breathing leaves
You can see
Into the heart of things
Until a bee stings
You under your
Left knee.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
10. The senselessness of war
Is epitomized by the explosion
Inside the soldier’s rifle.
Suddenly
There is so much heat there
And no light.
Yes, and
The man
Who shoots and kills
Is a candle
With its wick
Pulled out.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
11. Any image
Can receive
A wild bullet.
One who projects
Is often looking
For a target.
Even writers
Aim to hit
You between
The eyes.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
12. Become a peacemaker.
Help fight the winning fight
Which will end the long
Dark human night.
Lay down your crutch and walk.
(contributor: John L. Waters)
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