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placid river reflects explosions no stars allen mcgill(c)2003 e-mail allen Submitted 03/03/23 the dead and dying their cries unheard this hour when politicians dine at sculpted tables made somewhere else robert d. wilson(c)2003 vietnamruminations e-mail robert Submitted 03/03/23
	A world of peace in New York Times photos -- German paper doves and Pakistani boys dressed as injured Iraqi children. Sarah L. Whitworth(c)2003 cross-posted also to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/green-dragon e-mail sarah submitted 03/03/23
i am a rogue reporter targeted by the smart bombs this is my last transmission the sky is black the noise is deafening crater erupts from crater the shaking is incessant words fail me yet somehow i must speak of this hellish hour that killed more Iraqis than Saddam in his entire rule they came to us with flowers but now at last they are free free of Saddam free of their nation free of their infrastructure free of the bodily condition & we have given them riches who never asked we made them rich rich in swift death rich in slow death rich in uranium rich in lamentation rich in orphans & for the few to survive i greet you on the other side of the abyss welcome my children welcome to the first day of world war three michael helsem(c)2003 e-mail michael submitted 03/03/23
	Never to Travel Home Again cherry bombs and bottle rockets gi joe storms the sand box barbie bakes a box of brownies lady fingers and whistlin' petes and we light another another and another until gold stars blue stars red crescents cover shattered windows another father's son another daughter waits the last parade the monument on the mall a rest stop in Oregon post office in Nebraska park bench in Maine street in Seattle patrol boat on Chesapeake Bay named for places in the sand and young men who never voted no one noticed a pretty girl without a ribbon in her hair cry into a box of broken cookies Gary Blankenship(c)2003 Gary'sHomepage Writer's Hood e-mail gary Submitted 03/03/24 In sixty eight we marched Our tie dyes and peace banners Reflected in the cop's mirrored shades How easy to be so sure At eighteen.... Now another war I watch on TV I read the news I sit Not marching now Just watching in horror And wondering Looking back down through the years, What have we learned? Mary King(c)2003 e-mail mary Submitted 03/03/24 Took a ride tonight Out past the old railroad tracks Out by the airport I can recall Summer nights when I was a kid Watching the planes come in Shaking my world, shaking me But tonight.... My own kids are quiet, in awe Of the twisted buildings, the destruction They don't believe me when I tell them That once upon a time Planes flew through that sky They laugh at me, roll their eyes When I tell them how it used to be They don't believe in planes Or birds Or flowers They only believe in what they see. "Mum, you're so silly," my little girl giggles I stare out at the empty, empty sky "You're right, honey, I am...." Mary King(c)2003 also published at Aha Poetry email mary Submitted 03/04/06
a war illegal a war unjust thieves and liars not worthy of trust believe not their lies heed not their call their words are poison stunning us all no noble cause no will to do good driven by greed don't do as they should how far will they go? where will it end? dark times lie ahead unless united we stand! michael klade(c)2003 e-mail michael Submitted 03/03/24 my closed eyes do not hear the news only the birds b'oki. Bette Wappner(c)2003 e-mail betty submitted 03/03/25 time runs out the battle begins -- two cocks fight H. Gene Murtha (c) 2003 e-mail gene Submitted 03/03/31 Symbols Two-thousand years ago The Roman Empire Sacrificed their Legions For a symbol, The Eagle ... Today; Americans. H. Gene Murtha(c) 2003 e-mail gene Submitted 03/03/31