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Rockets Red Glare

By M. Jay Mansfield

They grin and they close their eyes
Point the rockets to the sky….
Just why are they so happy
That people gonna die???

Is it a Millionaires scheme
Rake it in thin ‘em out
Or just a madman’s dream
Purity Victory never hear them shout

What is it that drives them to extinction?
As they aim their weapons at their ancestors kin
Where do they make their distinctions?
Light those roman candles and torch the villages again

When did it start making sense to kill all below?
Raining hell upon the earth and freezing all the hearts
How does it make sense to let the nuclear winter blow
How did these power brokers get their evil start

Get the batteries ready, load up the fuel
Might as well join the killing frenzy
Hell at least get a good view
If that’s the norm let’s join the crazy

No need for us to go alone
Let’s knock them down as well
As the fires rip through our homes
Let’s take them down that hell

Maybe we can’t rationalize
Motives sick and twisted
Maybe there’s only reaction to the way we die
And recourse just as wretched

©5-30-09 MJMansfield aka FireEagle


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