not one of the Democratic candidates has the vision,
courage, or unblinking honesty to point out that
raining bombs on inhabited countries is not only
a savage crime that removes life and reinvents revenge,
but that its very contemplation is surely a sign
of a spiritually crippled, certifiably insane species.
[the sarcasm in the following piece probably had too sharp a stinger.
but i fail to see how any issue we face could matter more,
(to our karma if nothing else), than the ceaseless dismemberment
and murder of innocent human beings, under the guise of
"protecting" our armed-to-the-teeth self-indulgent arrogance.
We the People must demand that the next "Leader of the Free World"
retire the title of Assassin in Chief]
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collateral statistics lined up for their chance to
"Defend America's Freedom™"
(by being sacrificed on the altar of exceptionalism
that the lockstep and bipartisan "protection" racket
blithely rains down from their eternally appropriated skies.)
my kissing cousins
Buttercup and Clancy,
flirting with poppies
that tickle their fancy.
my grand nephew Ambrose
who rode in on a beam,
posing for the centerfold
of 'Fen, Field & Stream'.
my kindly Grandpa Smedley
who snoozes when he browses,
and provides a safe home
for the Who's unwanted mouses.
my righteous cousins with ears full of sand
who bludgeoned youngsters with their violent lord;
they splintered off in a self-indulgent band
and wandered about, in search of accord.
