When Planes Fell From Heaven

“We were right the world is wrong.”

Declare the Siamese twins

joined at the hip of policy of lies.


Bush and Blaire, that friendly pair

demanding, pounding fists

on podiums of Red, White and Blue. 


The dynamic dual declare

“listen people we two alone,

 know what is best for you.”


They  are protecting you

Your mothers son

This is why we need our guns

Fun guns

Jet guns

Flying high beyond our sun.

CNN reports

Evil knocking at our global door.

Bush and Blaire assure

Evil lurking everywhere!
Do not discuss your unpatriotic views

With your friends or neighbor

Over phone receivers

Those wireless

Government monitors

Of UNBELIEVERS!!



Key words have been computerized

and memorized

They might be terrorized!


Don’t say them

Spell them

Code them

Think them

Big brother he still will find them.


Bomb 

Policy

War

Freedom

Peace

Rights

These all turn the tape.


What you thought was private

In freedoms name 

Has all  been raped.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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February 24, 2009 at 2:35 PM
Catherine, absolutely AWESOME. I think you and I are on the same track in our thoughts about civil liberties, and especially on "Bush and Blair." Glad to see Bush go. Thanks for reading "Hungry and Homeless Americans." Best wishes, Carolyn
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February 23, 2009 at 4:31 PM
wow-- this has got to be my fav so far-- again wow
Moreno Avatar
February 23, 2009 at 1:49 PM
Great poem Catherine with a nice conclusion. To answer your question I do write everyday poems everyday. I try to post one a day.Thanks for your comments...Raul
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