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!

TS