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They are the men in uniform
and their mission is to contain, control and conclude
the disaster, devastation and de-stress
caused by an animal that possesses no face, heart or brain.
Its an animal with no eyes, ears nor emotion.
It is neither a herbivore, carnivore nor an omnivore,
It is a matter-vore, for it feeds on everything that possesses matter.
It has no prejudice of race, age, gender nor specie.
Where ever it strikes it lives behind scars of torture, devastation and disaster.
Ironically, it is not our enemy,
For it provides light were there was once darkness,
Warmth when the cold shiverish winter has set in
And it protects the fragile prey from the vicious predators.
It is neither our friend,
For it knows no soul, being or thing.
It bares no heart nor does it care.
Within a blink of an eye all has been brought down ,
And left behind nothing to spare.
It is the son of a thousand mothers,
And can destroy a million more others.
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Posted by fezile on 2008-07-30 04:09:51 | Rating: | Views: 18
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