I would die,
I would live,
I would breathe,
I would bleed
For this democracy.
For these twin ideals of justice
And freedom.
You toss accusations and hateful words,
You trade them like currency.
But you would lift no finger,
Perform no action
To free a people;
You screamed to imprison them!
You mourn the despots and their subjugated slaves,
You pity them, and scream their woes!
But your pity will free not one man;
Your empathic tears overthrow no tyrant
When your weakness binds your hands.
Your weakness binds the strong as well!
You object that they have found no weapons that threaten you,
But what have they found?
The mass graves of 400,000.
Can you conceive of that number?
Of the many more you would have condemned
To servitude or death?
How many of your high schools would fill that grave?
Shoveled in like dirt upon a submerging coffin.
You would have buried my home town seven times.
I should be ashamed to call myself an American,
Like you,
Who would label yourself with such a misnomer.
But I love you like my brother,
Or my sister, if your gender is so inclined.
Which is why I would die,
Why I would live,
Why I would breathe,
And why I would bleed
To protect you
From how terribly stupid you are.














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'cept for the last line, imho.
it only serves to inflame. it defeats the purpose of the whole poem. that is just me and my humble opinion though...
also,
'You toss accusations and hateful words,
You trade them like currency.'
that's ironic since
there seems to be a lot of hatred in this poem.
and lastly, since when has 'peace' been a 'hateful word'?
no offense or anything. good write..
cheers.
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The end of the poem isnt meant to be harsh, but as an emotional "gripping" of the "brother" (or fellow American, Brit Westerner, whatever), holding them tight out of love, but also to keep them safe from themselves. The childish "stupid" is supposed to illustrate this, as it might contrast the serious, wordly proportion of the rest of the poem.
I hope I clarified.
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Know I neither agree nor disagree with your poem. I don't know what the best solution would have been. What we did wasn't right, but the alternative of inactivity wouldn't have been either. You make many assumptions in this poem about the party you're criticising, which isn't good: if you're trying to convince them of the seriousness of your standpoint, you don't want them to stop reading because of these little things.
fyi - we didn't find any nukes, but we did find biological weapons (and traces of them). These do classify as weapons of mass destruction, so while we didn't find what we said we would (that all turned out to be bookkeeping errors*), we found something. I'll look for cites if you want them.
*Years ago, Saddam asked his scientists to make all these wmds. Fortunately, they couldn't. They were too afraid of him to tell him the truth, and so on their records marked a higher-than-accurate number. When we asked them to destroy all of their weapons, they did. However, the amount they destroyed was less than the number they said they had, and so what we thought they had hadn't been there at all. That much was just a misunderstanding, though it's fortunate for us since those scientists helped us, and in turn themselves, much more than they thought they were at the time they fudged their records. Funny how things work out like that, huh?
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