what's that i hear?
leave it to the
right of centre dissembling party
with "Democratic" pretensions,
at a brittle and
fault-ridden
time like this,
to beat the drums
for yet more war.
distractingly
projecting
that it's Russia (of course!)
interfering with "democracies"
and mocking our hypocrisy,
the celebrity identifying icing
for the newly minted
"Committee to Investigate Russia"
(that CIA-front group
and McCarthyist regurgitation,
sporting on its board
a cloak and dagger hoard
of rattling skeletons
spilled from Ayn Rand's
preternaturally presumptuous
Aryan as apple pie closet
where the Who's Who
in the Empire's clutch
of cheerleading checkwriters
sharpen their knives
on the "Council on Foreign Relations")
Morgan Freeman bleats:
"we're at war.
for 241 years,
our
democracy
has been a
shining example to the world
of what we can
all
aspire to."
right.
and just when did those
heaven-blessed years
glitter by,
and how
(in the bloodied hell)
did countless
(uncounted)
dehumanized
and hounded,
native Americans,
Africans,
puertorriqueños,
Filipinos,
Greeks,
Koreans,
cubanos,
Southeast Asians,
Indonesians,
South and Central Americans,
Persians,
Serbs,
Arabs,
Peaceniks,
Black Panthers,
AIM supporters,
equality dreamers,
boycotters of Israeli Apartheid,
Mother Earth protectors,
and the host of other reckless
daredevil citizens
attempting to
exorcise their rights
all manage to miss them?
i expect,
being benighted,
so often tinged
with those
unrestrained colours,
entangled in nooses
and trailing damaged headlights,
the radically impractical,
human-centered masses
weren't looking
in the (whiter than) right
direction.
says Danny Haiphong,
that rare,
clear-eyed journalist
worthy of the name,
narrowing his
heart-stopping litany
of genocidal centuries
to the
recently inflicted 20th:
"the US imperial state managed to murder
somewhere between
twenty to thirty million people
and interfere
in the political processes
of over fifty different nations."
what more "shining example"
could there possibly be
of 'exceptional' mass murder
and contempt for democracy?
(if you can't process this,
thanks to enabling fables
imbibed since birth,
the slanting implanting
of the Times and the Post,
Hollywood's blazing trail
of militant concocting,
the incessant white noise
frazzling the airwaves
stolen from our Commons
atomizing sound bytes
and isolating thought,
blocking the view
beyond that
tragic toxic dearth
residing in those boxes within boxes,
and the fell cloaking stroke
of corporate-brokered brilliance,
that poking and stoking
that's stalking all our clocks
WIlliam Blum's
meticulous documentation
ought to
more than amply
suffice
for those whose eyes yet open
enough to let them see
and while we still have him,
inspiring
the lingering gasp
of independent voices
howling in the wilderness,
Professor Chomsky himself
dots these i's
with his sanely heartening
dashing sarcasm.)
*****
oh! heedless vipers!
assassins and eavesdroppers!
inveterate perjurers
and blithe puppeteers
flinging blinged strings
for those binary-blinded
bubble-headed zombies
invested in thy creed's
insatiable need
taking subtle turns
with the atrophied president's
warn out toy generals
as they trot out their
astonishing array
of goosestepping talking heads...
whilst the greed-infested,
poison-dusted,
want-encrusted
splintering world
shatters frail hopes
for redeeming a human future
before our weary eyes
keep pouring
that patriotic
bantering batter
of tribal delusion
in thy blood-soaked cordial
of fact-redacting,
blinkered
think-tank-tinkering
curdling denial
ye slither-tongued,
prophets of profit,
riveted like weasels
on next quarter's prize,
addicted to conflicting
those confounding
compound "interests"
of the sole rogue
"SuperPower",
indefensible
and unrivaled
dispenser of weapons,
and self-styled
"indispensable" nation,
confined by its designs
of mass-induced violence
and psychotic isolation
trapped by its pact
to unleash the pits of hell
soulless
and friendless
as a solitary oyster
forever on the run
from the echo of its knell.
*****
oh, say, can you see
(or, might "Homeland" Insecurity
divinely intercept)
whether or no
the bombs still rain down
on the other side
of those imagined and merciless,
one-way borders
in the
"Free" World's
relentless "global battlefield"
(where everything
thy coveteth is thine)?
can thy shaded eyes discern
a brother
or a sister
in those 27 innocents
that fall amoungst the wreckage
of a targeted drone?
or perhaps,
if thou hast missed it,
then the aftershock is timed
so hurry up and ponder
as compassion
meets thy gaze
in that angelic guise
of the
unmentionable
ambulance driver
oh never mind, he's gone.
but any unremarkable
cousin will do
for collecting our karma
there's never a shortage of collateral walking dead
dispossessed
yet still seeking
their "dispensable",
disposable dreams
sacrificed en masse
lest they haplessly obstruct
the projected profit margins
of our smirking
and majestic
incorporated owners
(the only apparent "citizens" with any rights at all)
*****
oh, slumbering laborers in the land of illusion
chosen receptors
of exception's own covenant,
showering promised bounty
on the very image
of its righteous projection,
the unconsciously countenanced
Primate Lord
of Convenient Justification
beholden accomplices
of those stridently venerated
"founding" fathers
(the privileged
providential prelates
of that vast pirate horde)
latter day
manifestations
of a vested destiny
in mortal manipulation,
handing down
divisiveness
and a compelling
lethal interest,
that taints its obedient
silent partners
weaned on myth
and blinded by their blinds
swindled by their jingles
and steeped in their indifferent
arrogant ignorance!
awake to the notion
that Democracy
could actually
turn out to be real
topple that bipartisan
trillion dollar raking,
humanity-staking,
painsgiving and taking,
impervious to election
"protection" racket
perceive the unravelling
warping weave of weapons
severing what's left
of thy
natural connections
decline to be
further fodder
for
death-dealing deceit
silence that remorseless din
of hateful,
pummelling drums
and thence, at long last
grasp the chance,
dare i ask
to embrace
estranged relations
profit from forgiveness
hammer out ploughshares
and
bestill
my tattered heart.
* ***** ** **** * ******* * **** ** ***** *
- Evan Hawthorn, the 6th of October, 2017
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