To the Point

There comes a time in every epoch when pragmatism simply evolves into extreme acquiescence and surrender to the forces of apathy and do-nothingness, a guarantor of the status quo in all of its easy, democratic criminality--its fortress of greed. You could line up all the pols in the U.S. in a straight row and examine them head to toe and not find a single man or woman capable of admitting, never mind ending, the corruption of their vocation--Buddy Dooley

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Political Poem

Plea Related to the Use of Predator Drones and Their Propensity to Kill Innocent Children

The narrative
says you and I are absolved.
We are not absolved,
are you out of your mind?

Your inner-man is not connected
to money or power.
No matter your worship
of money and power.

The narrative says you and I fight
Just Wars; others don’t.
This is a twist on a theory put forth by old
Thomas Aquinas before The Bomb.

There are few just wars
anymore you religious, repetitious
rubes. You picked that up watching too
much of the boob-tube.

The narrative causes the
stupid to bray like asses--
Ours is the greatest people that has
ever populated Earth!

This is mass delusion,
and crass given its complete
dearth of reality.
We are seedlings, Earthlings.

The narrative is the comfort you feel
between silken sheets.
It is the control of resources that built
your mansions and intellectual property.  

While a
world of hunger
watched from
the shadows.

The narrative is a song spoken
by our children in a classroom.
They must, else fall victim to
bloodlust spewed by super patriots.
Pray, pray for justice, but
leave their children alone.  
They should not be the prey of
The American Way.

You should know your
prayers will not protect
you from yourself for
one minute more.

Give just one goddamned
generation to life, would you,
before we all go
the way of the Dodo!


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