They took away my peacenik beads
and things I like to puff.
My bell bottom worn out jeans,
blue, with paisley cuffs.
Head to toe in olive drab,
taught me how to march.
shaved my head, learned ways to kill,
two years without my fluff.
Jesus, itinerant peacenik,
Wandering socialist hipster,
Of whom 'tis said, he healed the sick,
Betrayed by a right-wing tipster.
Send a tear to your lapel
for the debt you owe Marie
and others of her ilk,
it's just as well still
not nearly as good
as opening our eyes
Marie & Remi Ochlik
were shelled out of existence
while reporting to those
who would pay attention
the dark deeds of Syrian powers
A decade ago they took her eye
in Sri Lanka, but not her vision
War correspondent or photographer
is a risky title to carry
in many places on the globe,
but needs to be carried
with a terminal conviction
to those gentle of peace
Drones, tanks, and roadside IED's
all meant to turn dialogue into
monologue...into diatribe
that usurps the power of each
individual for another's own
Let us thank the megaphone,
the megapixeled shutterer,
and the twitterer, the
militant peacenik who
will not be silenced
into any form of domination
© Goode Guy 2012-02-22
http://www.thesundaytimes.co.uk/sto/public/news/article874796.ece
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/02/22/147247598/killing-continues-in-syria-two-western-journalists-among-reported-victims
http://www.newsday.com/news/american-war-reporter-marie-colvin-killed-in-syria-1.3548091
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Colvin
for: Marie Colvin & all war reporters
Who is this warrior
born of a peacenik era?
Stop your wars today !!
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