no more blood for oil poem

No More Blood for Oil!

A man’s blood stains tides

Grotesque and twisted

A bloated, floating corpse

bobbing in an apathetic sea


His hands drift uselessly

They held a baby once

His chapped lips kissed

farewell, grieving wife


Dying soldiers gurgle

Salt seawater weighting

They fought for corporations

Expired for profit’s sake


A man’s blood stains tides

The guts of nations seeping

But does it mark consciences

Of Western politicians?


No blood for oil:


Patrick Mackeown, October 2006


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