Friends of the Earth
Yellow skin wrapped over a net of blue veins.
Straining, the blood rushes to all parts of your body
starved for badly needed oxygen.
This is despair
sudden panic hits you.
You know you're going to die
not quietly either.
Run and hide
stalk the enemy
shoot him dead
watch his blood
soak in the moist jungle Earth.
Isn't it stupid?
More stupid than arguing?
One army
full of soldiers
who learn by fear
they don't have minds.
When enemies meet
burning needles of fear
prick their stomachs
they fear dying.
Chapter Three, Thoughts
© Copyright 1996 Michael G. Gibbins