And from the coffins of the dead <br />revenge does rear its sneering head. <br />Who is at fault you ask me dear <br />who planted bombs, thus causing fear? <br />And who, with hands that love their babies <br />explodes in rage, as touched by rabies? <br />The answers do not walk the streets <br />and reason is not what one meets <br />confusion copulates with hate <br />and thus creates the ugly state <br />of payback using bigger guns <br />and many more of mothers' sons <br />will kiss the blood already spilled <br />when without thought they, too are killed. <br />No mercy is the hunters ploy <br />philosophy a great decoy. <br />And when all blood has dried to cake <br />when no more high rise buildings shake <br />when not one tear remains unshed <br />the eyes do close of those who bled <br />too much for others and for nought <br />perhaps the reasonable thought <br />of WHY would pay us all a visit, <br />and ask about this hate, what is it? <br />The answer is, my trusted friend <br />a truth that has a curious bend <br />it questions what must never be <br />Look at the culprits? You and Me.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revenge-now/
