only the crippled go to war... <br />the bird afraid of the sky <br />tears flesh with his beak. <br />the moral ones wearing <br />clothes of black and white, <br />whose religion is their ego, <br />whose god made of stone. <br />hands made of me and mine, <br />feet whose eyes gone blind... <br />to the drumbeat of take and destroy, <br />terrified of what lies within. <br />but freedom never fired a gun, <br />and justice never waived a flag. <br />peace never won by blood and bodies, <br />and the spirit has no religion!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-the-crippled/
