The Tame and Innocent

Wind whipping 'cross the desert pass.
Embodied by the missiles' blast.
Vibration, and the movement came -
too soon to help the tame and innocent.

Computer screens that dreamed
themselves into reality.
Bomb's bursting bright within
an ever-present, prejudiced conclusion.

Precisely scored, the victories.
Uncounted, the mortality incurred.
A moment's ease, their vision blurred.
The bloody victim's had incurred
a wrath beyond the blast of victory.

It mattered not, the reasons given.
Innocence must have its season -
in order for the world to go on.
The bombers stared in dread
of the confusion they created.

And yet , without a close-up,
still, their dreams would be invaded.
Lost souls, and worse, the loss of life
unseen within the battles' strife.
Mortal vision, reaching through
the veils of illusion.

Wind whipping 'cross the desert pass.
Embodied by the missiles' blast.
Vibration, and the movement came -
too soon to help the tame and innocent...

? Michaelette ?

4/5/2003
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