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There is a commercial on TV for a video game
called Gears of War. It moved me to tears and
I wrote this poem.
Gears of War
He tries only to live and save
those who's tears wet their cheeks
or is it the rain? the sky no longer
blue and the men no longer cheered
by killing and more mortality.
He has not felt the light that waits
for his sight, hiding behind gloomy shades
that rain down sadness and fear or not
fearing but a constant dread of no end
to defence and little hope of wellness.
It is time to leave his planet
depart among the refugees that world
lost to those how desire such things
he go among the stars to start over
in the light of the intermediate spaces.
Games are not the future and war is
a game of despair and we have no time.
Levitate with mind and heart above
mist and rain and do not use those
weapons of rage in worn out places.
Pages Updated On: 1-March--MMVII
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