Poisoned Water Poem by Patricia Kelley

I had a vision.
That included great precision.
I saw in my vision where boarders were being attacked.
It was mainly, the Canadian Boarder!
It was a military battle order.
They did, all they could do, to distract.
Pouring a poison extract,
The water soon became poison.
All the men in America died.
I cried.
Wading knee deep in pools of blood,
I felt the filth of the mud.
All the men in America died.
By an attack of the Y chromosome that targeted only them.
Feeling condemned.
To a life of slavery, I watched young girls twelve and older being ushered into private harems.
One by one, they were taken,
I felt shaken.
Women over thirty were taken to the slaughter.
Including America's young and old daughters',
It was all because of the poisoned water.


Plato: Only the dead have seen the end to war.