The Love of Mothers

The Love of Mothers Nerve slicing mercury inhabiting breast milk, slashing the suckling babe, the one who will not walk until she is four and endure unexplainable pain. Gold piles up, red tag special on weapons (no questions asked), palms greased, bribes split by cronies, Social Darwinism raising it’s 1880’s head, uranium mined at the edge of the Grand Canyon, poisons spread across the land, trading crippled and cut-short human lives for corporate profit. Praise life but launch unnecessary war with unspecified collateral damage, weeping mothers looking for parts of children, their suffering rooted deep, deeper than roses, than war, un assuaged by cross or Messiah. Red, white and blue lies — masses believe sleazy misinformation, the elephant still invisible, earth measured by bottom-line profit. There is a massive disconnect between what our government proclaims and does. To be aware of the gap and see it ignored erodes sanity. W’s pimpish mind is too narrow for history. 2001-2008 is in the wastebasket. He has ill-used his opportunity for greatness and wasted eight years of our lives.