Firing on the Innocents (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Firing on the innocents gunning down the protesters coming from the time of prayers into the Square of the Martyrs ...
Firing on the innocents gunning down the protesters coming from the time of prayers into the Square of the Martyrs ...
Wondering, half a world away what they must be going through coming out of prayers into the square into the ...
More than metaphorical The tyrant firing on the people rubber bullets, ammunition tear gas on his people Coming from prayers ...
What will happen this Friday in that land when the mosques empty the people done with their prayers will the ...
All of us needing to join them in prayer all of the people praying near the squares No matter our ...
We must stand with them not be duped by the madman convinced to label them as rebels when they are ...
In the coming of Friday prayers for the whole region especially for Libya that the blood of the martyrs would ...
Let the madman rant let him rave deny him a platform deny him the stage Allowing him to speak to ...
Calling in the media staging illusion attempting to shape the news creating a false truth No such thing as peace ...
The truth no weapon the pictures on the scene the reports from around the world a fiction in his mind ...
Someone in the inner circle must heed the cries of the people the cries of the martyrs yearning to be ...
The country convulsing wanting to be free the east already gone the noose tightening but the capital still captive in ...
Evil standing there spewing its bile the rantings of evil ready to kill a nation Rivers of blood executions of ...
Watching in horror the madman on the balcony rambling on incessantly of who would be executed who would be killed ...
Not something political whether or not convenience needing to speak out now against the rogue, the madman Speak, out of ...
Holding up my smelly sneaker the sole of my shoe as he claimed to be a martyr How dare he ...
If it were us our sisters, our brothers there in the streets bloody, unbowed before the tanks the madman What ...
When they cried out for freedom marching in protest retribution from the madman denying them human rights The people only ...
In the face of change the cries of the people so much we can learn in the ways of the ...
Seeing the images the cries in the street the rage of the madman killing his own people Willing to sacrifice ...
Jesus driving out the spirit the legion, the mob within him Changing him utterly no longer crazed dressed and in ...
For so long, in my life, unable to discern, to appreciate the moment of shock, or anger, of desire for ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
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