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| Gulf War Poem or REFLECTIONS OF AN EVENING IN JANUARY Its going to snow again. I observe this as I look out my window into the cold dark night The heat is on....... I can feel the warm air coming out of the vent. Why do I feel so cold? The room is illuminated by the soft glow of the television The armchair generals give their play by play of this war that has touched our lives. It's as if the entire world has turned into one enormous sporting event Whats the score? and who's winning? It's a perverse feeling .. and I watch with facination. In the other room I hear my daughters laugh They should have been in bed an hour ago I know I should go there and settle them down again. but a part of me rejects the notion. Let them enjoy this time.. this laughter For who but God knows how much more of this they'll have. I pull the afghan more snugly around me. On the other side of the world the bombs fall. It's much warmer there and the sun is shining. Do their children laugh? Why am I so cold? I know all the reasons we are fighting over there.. and I feel the cause is just. But how high the cost of justice? and if we fail? what then? The prophets have been telling us for countless ages that this is the place where time will at last stand still forever. This desert.. so close to where Jesus once walked. Is this the end? Is this indeed the countdown to Armegedon? God? are you listening? I want my children to grow up. Can't you stop this craziness? Even if this is your ultimate plan.. can this be changed? Give this planet one more chance God. Maybe this is a warning.. maybe that's what you're saying to us. "Ok, people of the world listen up.. This is your last chance to prove that I didnt make a mistake in creating you" Yeah thats what he's saying. I think its warmer in here It's time to settle those girls down. They should have been in bed an hour ago. The armchair generals are still talking.. and outside.. the snow begins to fall. |
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