God was in Myanmar today,
brief stop on His world tour
of the sick, the halt, and the lame.
The Army descended like the
blast from a mighty trumpet firing
at everything that moved. It was no
small miracle the missionaries escaped.
They piled the bodies like cord wood,
curious smell of human flesh and diesel.
Often I have wondered why they
don't throw uncooked chick peas
that they might carry a little further.
Like Rice At A Wedding
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Re: Like Rice At A Wedding
searing, à la Ashworth & Blake(song of experience)
Workshop consider this lineage for stanza 2:
The Army descended like the blast
from a mighty trumpet, firing
at everything that moved. It was no
and for the last stanza:
Often I have wondered why
they don't throw uncooked chick peas
they might carry a little further.
Michael (MV)
Workshop consider this lineage for stanza 2:
The Army descended like the blast
from a mighty trumpet, firing
at everything that moved. It was no
and for the last stanza:
Often I have wondered why
they don't throw uncooked chick peas
they might carry a little further.
Michael (MV)