Propaganda

THE BULK OF THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE IRAQI DESERT IN THE FALL OF 2003 WHILE I WAS SITTING IN THE GUN TURRET OF A BRADLEY FIGHTING VEHICLE. I BELIEVE IT IS MY BEST WORK TO DATE, AND I AM SADDENED THAT THIS POEM IS STILL RELEVANT 8 YEARS LATER.... PLEASE HELP PUT AN END TO THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX WHICH HAS GRIPPED THIS NATION FOR THE PAST 50 YEARS...


The Perpetration of an Administration
Who are they to determine the Wealth of a Nation?

The wealth of man.
They can't understand the total wealth of land: of man;

Can't be held in ones hand.

Searching for a reason
To commit Global Treason
Insane Destruction and Abduction

Assassination or Emancipation?
People holding Freedom without Justification.

It seems we've heard this story before

Massacre of Ambassador
Powerful Whore
Useless War

Brutal actions of Insurgents
Can't be washed clean with Mild Detergents

A Bloody sun sets on the horizon
For This is How the West was Won

Political War on Everyone!

Live and Let Live
But Live as We
Live like Me
Not like He

This Land is our Land
Land of the Free

An Apocalyptic Tragedy
The Wise Foresee

Hypocrisy of Democracy

Simple...

Forced Philosophy

By Ridding the World of all things False
Never Stopping to check the Pulse

Imagine this play all turned around
as soldiers march on Our Home ground

The Trumpets sound as fear abounds

Ashes to Ashes the Giant Falls Down.