no justice

there isn't really any justice, which in any case
only justifies the descent into madness,
unofficially known as revenge.

there is only more love.

offensive defense

when you proclaim the earth your eternal battlefield,
produce more weapons than any other commodity
(and sell more than any other nation),
rack up a consistent reputation for unprovoked invasions
enabled by blatant lies,
assassinate leaders you don't like,
incinerate tens of thousands of trapped, retreating soldiers,
smother cities in depleted uranium
causing cancers and deformed infants
dwarfing the rates in the teeming cities you nuked,
and are responsible for the deaths of at least
seven million human beings,

you don't have the right to say you're defending anyone from anything.

ever.

second coming

the second coming was over before it began.
he showed up at a Syrian wedding
to eke out the wine,
as was his wont.
though his suffering didn't linger
like the last time,
there weren't enough fragments
to stage a comeback,
and he didn't get the chance
to ask that we be forgiven.
on reflection,
i suppose it wouldn't have held water
for him to claim that
the "only essential",
endless "christian" warriors
still "know not what they do".

exceptionalism

whether blowing about on the opportunistic winds anointed for Hillary,
dripping like butter from Obama's folk-flattering, terror-laundering lips, or
spewing from the slime-prodding battering ram of the Great STrumpet himself,
Exceptionalism is always and forever a destructive, isolating, entitling tool,
as blinding as the amnesia it implies, as rife with genocide
as Netanyahu-cum-Hitler's Klu-Klux-Custer catechism.

back in the day

back in the day,
when there wasn't a reason
to fear the things
that fell from the Syrian sky

Sainthood

how ironic.  defending persecuted, innocent Muslims by pointing out that they
helped kill persecuted, innocent Muslims themselves.  tis an excellent strategy,
there's nothing America loves like its hired guns, "protecting" our "freedom"
[aka corporate "interests"] from our unoffending victims.  these hapless fellows
are candidates for the unwashed Sainthood of the Great STrumpet himself.

odyssey

the odyssey of observation having once begun
intelligence eternally alters,
experience spins as its spirals expand;
Great Mystery telling the same timeless story,
in the here and the there; the Universe, and the sparrow.