When Morality Plays Opossum

By Mushroom Montoya

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She opened her mouth, blooming

With kindness that lit the whole room

As she sat on a broom

To fly into a world of contradictions,

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Where warriors rule with guns and blade’s

Claiming they are doing it for freedom’s sake.

They blow up houses and schools,

Proclaiming they are protecting our homes and children.

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She zooms hither and yon

Hunting for the anyone

Who understands there is no morality

When men play war.

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But no one has ears sweet enough to listen

Except for the smallest of children

And mothers and fathers whose babies

Were stolen by bullets and bombs.

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War is where morality plays opossum,

While glorifying tanks and drones

That crush our hearts and break our bones

And entices young boys to play the game.

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She alights on cannon,

Beaming her radiance for all to see,

Singing a song of being in love,

The soldiers refuse to agree

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That their war is wrong,

Even when they are

Sitting on a child killing machine.

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They pluck out her plumage of honesty,

Slap her in the face

With the label of traitor,

Sending her home in disgrace.

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That has not deterred her,

Nor should it deter us

From shining the light on morality

When it plays dead.