I have been writing but haven't posted any poems in the last few weeks. While the images of Abu Ghraib have exposed the lies of Bush and company about being liberators (after the weapons of mass killing being promulagated by Bush/Cheney were exposed to be lies), their argument now seems to rest on the immoral grounds that "Look at the thousands of Iraqis tortured by Saddam; whereas we only tortured a few Iraqis." Is this the America that I know? No! Contrary to the religious neo-con vision of a theocratic America that is a betrayal of the current "leaders" in the White House and Congress to their sworn oaths to uphold and defend the U.S. Constitution there are millions of Americans that have been mobilized both in thought and deed to restore America to the basic, bedrock ideals of our founders of freedom, liberty, and justice for all.
blood
every drop
from the terrorist bomb explosion
to our hellfire from our puff the magic dragon gunships
does one life of an american equal ten lives of the enemy
or one hundred lives of the other
or one thousand lives of those who believe in a weaker god
every lie
is a bullet into the heart of the constitution
with grins and chortles by those with facism in mind
as the lives of our sons and daughters are left on desert sands
taking the easy path
even enjoying the walk towards darkness
while honor, morality, and ethics are disemboweled from the soul
what is red upon exposure to air will soon turn black
innumerable flakes to be driven by that infernal desert wind
mixing both ours and theirs
as the weeping and sorrow is done in private
broken vessels to discolor their skin
cracked bones to hobble their youth and to break their parents’ spirit
frozen in time by pictures taken by the western born liberators
the mask of words to hide the body of actions
bush and his men and women who spit on the constitution
dressed in three piece suits with little flag pins
are traitors to the ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
listening to the tone deaf exhortations
wrapped in the bloody, 9/11 tattered piece of red, white, and blue cloth
to wage the infinite justice of our war making to eradicate evil
blood
blood
every drop
from the terrorist bomb explosion
to our hellfire from our puff the magic dragon gunships
does one life of an american equal ten lives of the enemy
or one hundred lives of the other
or one thousand lives of those who believe in a weaker god
every lie
is a bullet into the heart of the constitution
with grins and chortles by those with facism in mind
as the lives of our sons and daughters are left on desert sands
taking the easy path
even enjoying the walk towards darkness
while honor, morality, and ethics are disemboweled from the soul
what is red upon exposure to air will soon turn black
innumerable flakes to be driven by that infernal desert wind
mixing both ours and theirs
as the weeping and sorrow is done in private
broken vessels to discolor their skin
cracked bones to hobble their youth and to break their parents’ spirit
frozen in time by pictures taken by the western born liberators
the mask of words to hide the body of actions
bush and his men and women who spit on the constitution
dressed in three piece suits with little flag pins
are traitors to the ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
listening to the tone deaf exhortations
wrapped in the bloody, 9/11 tattered piece of red, white, and blue cloth
to wage the infinite justice of our war making to eradicate evil
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