so this is going to be a web copy

supposed to be a poem.
for those interested to comment, knock your socks off.

The Boring Cycle (A temporary title )

La, la, la, la, let's all live together! In peace and perfect harmony!
La la la...
Then boom! A bomb goes off
Killing the loud bus to school.
We weep and clench our teeth and fists
Death to the damn bastards!
Kill them all! And so the cycle begins...
Corpses, limbs, blood on the street and floor.
Screams, both of pain and terror
Wails of grief and anger
Violence is the only answer...
When the eyes are out, we go for the teeth
And once done, we go for the limbs,
Then the brother, the sister, the mother the wife
The neighbor, the people with the same voice and stutter
No stopping till they get our eye, then the other
Till out of teeth, they get our brother, mother, lover
We kill because we want to,
Not because we need to
Or we need to, because we want to!
Death to the bastards is our motto
The same goes for our victim's brother,
And it won't stop till we get bored.
It's not because we see right,
It's just that after some time it gets old.
Bang! Death. Boom! Death. Slash! Death.
Death. Cry. Death. Wail. Death. Bitter Pain.
Same cycle. Been there, done that.
Sadly I've lived through it.
It hurts like hell, cried oceans in tears.
Been there done that.
And it's nothing special.
It's no longer fun.
The same old story. It's no longer fun.
There's a limit for old reruns.
So it has to stop.
It just has to stop; it's no longer funny.
Then we go, Damn! Crap!
I forgot I have a brain, what snot!
Ah, then we start to think
See things in a different light
Start to ask, what are we doing?
Then we begin to laugh about it
In a cynical way of course.
What is all this blood for?
Perhaps it's time we need to stop
Then the horror creeps in:
Oh crap! What have we done?!
Blood, guts, limbs and corpses.
Pain, suffering, hunger and tears.
Oh crap! What have we done?!
Yesterday's monkey with a gun
Is my long lost brother now.
We learn to embrace and share our bananas
We learn to sing and dance together:
La la la, let's all live together!
In peace and perfect harmony!
La la la...
But then there's always another monkey
Who has not cried enough.
Not so bored as the rest of them are.
Always someone who had not cried enough
Had not killed enough
And so was not yet bored...
And so we wait for the next 'Boom!'
And a new old game
Would have already begun!
And round we go again, and again.
Till the end of time, God willing.

29 May 2007