the red smoke disguises the shape of things to come <br />a choppers blades stir the smell of life and death <br />until it becomes unclear as to our mission <br />more orders come from above...... <br />while the children ask for candy <br />the world asks for love <br />as the bullets shatter bones and dreams <br />there are no outlines of chalk marks on the ground <br />only bodies begging to be dragged off with more dignity <br />than was shown to their enemies...... <br />it's a War not a multiple Homicide <br /> <br />2007 © Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-a-war-not-a-homicide/
