Men like us
trudge in mud under Russian fire
while callow others load the missiles.
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Men like us,
those poor we hate
kneeling when the muezzin calls
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On both sides of any rifle
there always were men like us.
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They were: builders and rapists and crafters and papists
they were: porters and beggars and cashiers and farmers
they raised walls at the border to prevent themselves crossing over
they voted for those who promised them safety
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And I can't put into words how tired I am, brother,
of those fucking men like us.
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
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