End RemembranceMore Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
Baby MartyrMore Like This
I'm six and seven
And up to eleven,
Then I'm an adult
In an Israeli court
My hands tied in the back of my back
He comes to me with a punch and a sack.
He covers my head with a hood of Zionist stench
Though my belly is tough, it will not flinch.
The noise is loud and pierces my brain.
My pathetic shirt hangs proud with a fresh blood stain.
My poor mother is worried sick, I'm sure.
She burried my brother before me. She will endure.
And my dad too, depression got him in the end
With no home, no land, no olive trees to tend.
I'm in here for days on end
Or is it months or even years, I no longer comprehend.
The noise is too loud
And I can feel the shroud.
He beats me again today
Then its another's turn to play.
I'm broken now, but I'll not confess.
I'll leave my body, let those murdering bastards clean up the mess.
A few more thoughts before I go
I am human. This you must know.
You'd never know it `cause I'm tough as a rocks I throw.
I had hoped to grow a mustache so fine.
Maybe marry Mu