An illustrated book of poetry, from War to Love, plus a little humor here and there.
The War
Down craggy, crusty crevices ran a thousand
Mighty men.
Shaking shiny spears of metal, they formed
Into groups of ten.
They made their way from alp to alp and then
From tree to tree
And finally after marching months, they
Looked out on the sea.
Way down upon the water below, many enemy
Ships they spied.
They tumbled, rolled and skinned their
Knees, then dove into the tide.
Amid flashing spears and cannon roars, a
Powerful war began.
Despite the blood and sweat and gore, not
Even one man ran.
They fought and fought and killed and killed
Til' dawn's light brightly glared.
All ships were sunk, all men were dead, not
Even One was spared.
The Birds of Baghdad
Skitter, skitter, dash and dart.
Screech and cry with frightened eyes.
Leave your babes a burning.
Whip your wings as fast as you can
Through the smoke that's churning.
You've seen the torture of mankind
In cells in hell designed.
You've seen how humans think.
You've felt their acts of mind.
Now freedom's bloody march has come
And set your nation free.
No more need to tremble and hide,
Or from burned nests to flee.
The evil statues now are gone
On which you sat to rest.
And a hundred thousand misguided souls,
Killed by mankind's best.
There's celebrating in the streets.
Baghdad's tyrant's gone.
Go build yourself a brand new home.
No longer fear the dawn?
Skitter, skitter, dash and dart.
Rush away! Fly away—when the bombs start.
