killed in Afghanistan…
he went out in the yard
and draped an American flag
across the windshield of
his ’57 chevy…
and drenching it in gasoline,
he set it ablaze…
and he sat on the porch
with his Vietnam Vet hat
pulled down low over his eyes…
sipping good Kentucky bourbon…
when it had burnt down
and he could hear the sirens,
he took the 38 caliber smith and wesson
from his lap, and putting it to his temple,
pulled the trigger!
in the paper they called it
a double tragedy!
close your eyes dont touch.give them rice, roaches and lice,just dont give them much.truth too strong, sell your song,keep them marching to the beat.riot squads, in the name of god,kill freedom in the streets.the wheels of justice keep on turning.you keep spending more than you’re earning.people keep dying, bodies are burning….feed the beast, the world…
spewed forthby the Wall Street,Pentagon pushing elite…the lies,that cover a dying earth,and hide the facesof starving millions,that bury the bodiesof the victims in unmarked graves.that strip the working classof all dignity and rights…the lies,and propaganda,nothing but the government’s heroin,doled out in measured doses,numbing the souls of the masses…but now the spoon is tarnished,the needle bent…
more than money, possessions,sex, or accolades…is a friend.someone to walk beside you,that you can talk to,and listen to…someone that you canlaugh with, cry with, fight with,be crazy with… and they stillwalk beside you.someone who can see youfor what you are… and they stillwalk beside you….a friend! … and they saythe only way to find oneis…
most of the people killedin wars are not soldiers,– often women and children.we dont have the right to invade,to conquer, or to mold other countries.we dont own them!we dont even own the earthwe’re living on.killing is wrong.all of life is sacred.we dont have the rightto take another’s life.we dont have the rightto play God…we’re not…
holy anger,the sparrow carvedfrom a dead tree.tongue burnt,the fist and the open hand…touching the skywith fingers in the dirt.kissing, brown leaves,smoke, an open window.death, and hunger,the glass broken,trembling hands….raw need, lips bleeding,hearts wrapped in wheels.thunder, the taste of lightning,and rain that never comes!
or thinks about what i do, whati believe, and what i think andsay… i’m going to do it anyway!and, damn, it’s a liberating feeling.i do however respect other people’srights to opinions, thoughts, and beliefs,and their right to be who they are.i have no use for ignorance, prejudice,and judgemental attitudes… i followno one, and ask no…
