The Box

Eklenme: Aug 29, 2008

Kimden: shas1814

Süre: 3:38

Performed by John Denver, 1971 Written by Kendrew Lascelles Thanks to howlingcelt for the attribution I learned this poem when it was first released and, amazingly, have never forgotten it. The Box Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous Days of Yore, They came across a kind of box Bound up with chains and locked with locks And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war." A decree was issued round about, all with a flourish and a shout And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on before. "Don't fiddle with this deadly box, Or break the chains, or pick the locks. And please don't ever play about with war." The children understood.  Children happen to be good And they were just as good around the time of Yore. They didn't try to pick the locks Or break into that deadly box. They never tried to play about with war. Mommies didn't either; sisters, aunts, grannies neither 'Cause they were quiet, and sweet, and pretty In those wondrous days of Yore. Well, very much the same as now, They're not the ones to blame, somehow, For opening up that deadly box of war. But someone did.  Someone battered in the lid And spilled the insides out across the floor; A kind of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags And all the tears, and horror, and death that comes with war. It bounced right out and went bashing all about, Bumping into everything in store. And what was sad and most unfair Was that it didn't really seem to care Much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for. It bumped the children mainly.  And I'll tell you this quite plainly, It bumps them every day and more, and more, And leaves them dead, and burned, and dying Thousands of them sick and crying. 'Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore. Now there's a way to stop the ball.  It isn't difficult at all. All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure That we can get it back into the box, And bind the chains, and lock the locks. But no one seems to want to save the children anymore. Well, that's the way it all appears, 'cause it's been bouncing round for years and years In spite of all the wisdom wiz since those wondrous days of yore. Since the time they came across the box, Bound up with chains and locked with locks, And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war." ******************************************* Please write and email the Prosecutor of the International Criminal Court, asking for the investigation and prosecution of George W Bush for genocide, crimes against humanity and war crimes: http://www.icc-cpi.int/organs/otp.html EXAMPLE Mr. Luis Moreno-Ocampo Dear Sir; I note that your mandate "is to conduct investigations and prosecutions of crimes that fall within the jurisdiction of the Court, that is, the crime of genocide, crimes against humanity and war crimes." This is a perfect description of the actions of American President George W. Bush. As an American citizen appalled at the illegal invasion and terrorizing of Iraq, the President-sponsored torture, the "Constitution-free" prisons in which citizens of various nationalities are brutalized and punished without trial, the construction of such camps within the USA and around the world, the initiation of war in Pakistan and in Iran, and the genocide now being carried out in the Middle East I appeal to you and to your office to investigate and prosecute George W. Bush for the crime of genocide, crimes against humanity and war crimes. Most sincerely, and with respect, (Shas)

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