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COMMIT THEM
Rice and Gates Make Case for More Troops in Iraq
by Guy Raz
All Things Considered, January 11, 2007 • President Bush's secretaries of State and Defense spent their days defending his new plan in Iraq, first at a White House news conference and then on Capitol Hill. Secretaries Rice and Gates found only minimal support for a greater troop commitment in Congress. (More...)
The mouth of the desert stretches for miles
With mountains for teeth; men have their days taken
Under the searing sky’s furnace while others
Come seeking their death’s scent at night
Scouring the archfiend waste and carrying greetings
That blindly quake end to end with pale-hatred.
Commit them anon, rush them forward
And we’ll only suffer the graveness of more death,
More tumbledown hope under the searing sky.
Do not provoke this flesh-charred failure
Into our dear children’s breath, our ache-filled bones,
Like the noiseless chatter of death without end.
Copyright © 2007 mrp / thepoetryman
by Guy Raz
All Things Considered, January 11, 2007 • President Bush's secretaries of State and Defense spent their days defending his new plan in Iraq, first at a White House news conference and then on Capitol Hill. Secretaries Rice and Gates found only minimal support for a greater troop commitment in Congress. (More...)
The mouth of the desert stretches for miles
With mountains for teeth; men have their days taken
Under the searing sky’s furnace while others
Come seeking their death’s scent at night
Scouring the archfiend waste and carrying greetings
That blindly quake end to end with pale-hatred.
Commit them anon, rush them forward
And we’ll only suffer the graveness of more death,
More tumbledown hope under the searing sky.
Do not provoke this flesh-charred failure
Into our dear children’s breath, our ache-filled bones,
Like the noiseless chatter of death without end.
Copyright © 2007 mrp / thepoetryman
O! GROTESQUE QUEEN CONDOLEEZZA!
O Queen of our procession!
You abuse the maiden formation,
You desire to enter the land of freedom,
You wish for our hold, our wink-fastened eyes
So you might slither within the vivid frame of Eden.
In us you will not find your artificial emancipation;
We are the door standing locked before your heaven.
Your white troops of bureaucracy knock upon with you
From outside-in your savage shrine there is no entry.
Die away your damned beating,
Your slack-jawed supremacy,
Your ashen rap of purity.
You’ve a spiritless God upon your lips.
You bend over in worship of a greased beast,
Then yammer of an incorruptibility and thirst for peace!
You’re a damnable fraud! You poison the god awful truth
And bring good men to don their fury `neath their garments!
Your lies are plunged into the pale, famished mouth of freedom
And you see not this bone-sawn contemptible trait as a disgrace
But as the cold facts of life that the shell-shattered children must face!
Yet, there you stand, my queen, so goddamnededly unbidden!
Cease the rapping of your incessant hammer,
Your empiric grotesqueness,
Your kingdom’s knell.
You shall not enter!
Copyright © 2006 mrp
Rice Tries to Spin it (video)
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By ANNE GEARAN
AP Diplomatic Writer
JERUSALEM (AP) -- U.S. raids that President Bush approved against Iranian targets in Iraq are part of broad efforts to confront Tehran's aggression, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice said Saturday.
"The United States is simply responding to Iranian activities that have been going on for a while now that threaten not just to destabilize the chance for Iraq to proceed to stability but also that endanger our forces," Rice said before meeting with Israel's foreign minister.
Bush approved the strategy several months ago, U.S. officials said, in response to what Washington claims is Iran's support for terrorists inside Iraq and the alleged funneling of bombs to anti-U.S. insurgents.
CONDI:
THUMP:
Oh! Lordy be `n Jesus, George!
You girl bout to give de green-light,
she be rumblin' de drums o’ hell,
signal to commence, ain’ dat right?
I know it been a time since I jawed at ya,
but fo' God’s sake you’s havin’ a damn stroke!
Thay’s times t’ rattle ‘n roar, but dis ain’ it.
Ain’ you learn nuttin’ since las’ we spoke?
Der ain’ no way de world gonna sit `roun
while you play Cowboys `n Iranians!
Ya best reel in de Rice-a-Roni train
an' lower dem big ol’ kingdom guns.
Las’ time I checked you's “stayin’ de course”,
but mid-terms plunked a hurt down on ya noggin!
What I’s sayin’ is dat ya best modify ya startegizin’
‘cuz de big ol’ worl’ gonna come o’ knock-knockin’!
I wouldn’ mind so much if it was jus’ you be burnt,
but deys a hell of a lotta folk gonna get broken!
Dey’s me... an' de sleepy folk o’ de land o’ de free,
an' de smilin’ chil'ren o’ de world’s gazin’ grim.
Ya know, you could be de new all American hero.
You could nip it in de bud! Be de new Gandhi!
De innovator... or, de world’s unloved archenemy
stayin’ on de folly-trolley till de wheels come free!
You could be Superman! De one all de kids wanna hug
`n have ya read `em dey little-worded books,
or… you can be de ol’ trepidational kingdom comer
an' puncture dey slim, frail shell wit' sinful hubris…
Remember, George...
De cube-skied dreamer's waitin' on ya.
Copyright © 2007 mrp / thepoetryman
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