Beat the drums; aye, beat the drums!
Make them go stark raving mad—
These likes of Emperor Jones. 1
The criminals' courts play house.
Adzes don't cut their own tails. 2
Where are Clinton, Bush, and Trump? 3
'We' are the people, the mob. 4
'We' are judges; 'we' punish.
They should be ripped limb from limb.
Peaceful rallies will not do.
The criminals we'll tear up
On the streets across the globe.
Over!
1.14.2024
1 See The Emperor Jones, a short play by Eugene O'Neill.
2 A Persian adage
3 Three of the infamous slaughterers of the Bosnians, Afghans, Iraqis, and Syrians
4 See "I am the People, the Mob” by Carl Sandburg.
No comments, please!
The USA sent 3 men to the moon in 1969,
helped bring us to a cell-phone age,
but the globe's wealthiest nation, with the most freedoms
WILL NOT STOP COP-killers murdering unarmed PEOPLE OF COLOR
(c)Deo. shalom, shalom! Corona feels like Judgment now.
IF U WON"T PRACTICE DEMOCRACY, THEN TRY JESUS. Better than your stinking democracy. Ask todays Iraqis, Native Americans, Libyans, and many US citizens. June 14th, 2020
NOTE: This murder occurred after 11pm on Friday 12th June. The young man apparently failed a sobriety test. He was fleeing the 2 officers, when killed.
The Chinese are our enemies! The Russians are our enemies!
The Koreans are our enemies and Iraqis are our enemies!
Actually, none of these people are anybody's enemy,
but the politicians who represent them? Thant's another story entirely.
The people of America, Great Britain and the continent of Australia,
are also enemies of other people's countries somewhere,
but all people internationally,
are not a true threat to one another, they are no one's enemy.
It's the politicians who pose the greatest threat to humanity.
From Birmingham to Baghdad, Blair sent my son to war
to battle in a conflict based on Bush's baseless tales.
The bombs fell like the lies from politicians mouths
and the sons and daughters of ordinary people died.
Blair sent out our soldiers without the slightest care
As it will not be Tony Blair's sons lying on a desert floor.
With weapons of mass destruction that only existed in Blair's mind
and promises to Bush we will stand by your side.
UN resolutions lay broken because of Blair's lies.
Just like boys and girls who's fathers died.
Soldiers sent to war with weapons that did not work.
and with a ratio of 1,000 Iraqis to every soldier who died.
Don't let politicians bang the drums of war
as it will be your sons and daughters that die in unjust wars.
Vote them out of office tell them where to go
release the doves of peace, and spread your love around the world.
All U.S. soldiers are putting their lives on the line in Iraq for our freedom. It's like a
modern-day version of World War II and the Gulf War. Despite the armed forces' efforts to
fighting for our freedom, they suddenly get killed by suicide bombs or wounded, thereby
being torn limb from limb. There's always a problem with the military soldiers getting
shot in the brain or wherever. George W. Bush, who was the President of the United States
of America at the time, was really wrong for sending the troops to Iraq, knowing that the
men and women of the U.S. Armed Forces would be injured or killed. But despite the war in
Iraq and our troops sacrificing their lives for our freedom and the capture of Suddam
Hussan, this war is still haunting all of us U.S. civilians. But then, when it came to
going against the Iraqis, it was worth it. I hope America doesn't go to war, again.
Here am I in strange city
Strange it seems because I see
A serene.peaceful,beautiful city
With Iraqis walking hand in hand
Right with Americans hands together
I see Iranian hands over their weapons
Deadly weapons they held on to clearly
They willingly relinquished and surrender
The Sundanese all happy and joyful
As the rebels embrace peace
Then I was jolted by the alarm clock
My eyes opened for it was a dream
A dream I wish it was true
When life on earth would be war,hatred-free
As if heaven has come to stay with us
Sitting on the sad stone floor
Desolate, cracks and holes
like a face full of bad acne
crying from the pressure
of a million feet a second
the Prof. Preaches Pain
9/11, Bush, Terror
tight chock-hold
upon the class
I read Bukowski outside, reaching
my ears towards his speech
Bukowski speaks of pain
pain of the individual
the Prof. speaks of pain of
everyone
of Iraqis
of American Soldiers
of the dead, pain released
the Floor is in pain
we are all collectively cracked
on the surface, in pain
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