GRAND SPECTACLE

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

250 Protesters Arrested, Including Amy Goodman


Looking from the opposite side of this other world
Wondering what it is that they must truly think of us

The mind awakens to their jarring ovation
And thoughts swoop in like dark winged beasts

I see them calling, “God damns you to hell!”

They shouldn’t tell peacekeepers that their voices can’t soar
They shouldn’t try breaking those who see the ugliness of their fears
They shouldn’t damn an outstretched hand while offering raging teeth
in exchange
And smile as they bring such reckless blades to neck
Because we will not kneel down and wait

Lions charging across the plains
Feel their razor claws as they seek the fearful ground
And thrusting wild boars come crashing
A victim’s quivering lips that have turned their hearts pale
Of cradling fear held up like a frozen hand

And their god will return to find them this way

© 2008 mrp/tpm

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FREEDOM REVISITED

US told to free 'enemy combatant'

A US appeals court has ruled that the government does not have the authority to detain on American soil an alleged al-Qaeda member who is a legal US resident, without pressing charges.
The court on Monday ordered the release of Ali Saleh Kahlah al-Marri, a Qatari national held since 2003 over the September 11 attacks, from military custody.
But al-Marri, 41, can still be tried on criminal charges in a civilian court or be deported, the three judges ruled in a split two-one decision.


The freedom that he wanted couldn’t bring itself through the gates
So he imagined it pressing its paws to the soil beyond the walls,
That he heard it weeping plaintively just outside his tiny room.
Said he could smell it in the breath of every passing spring,
Spoke of its splendid dance waiting with shoes for his feet.
He said he'd heard its velvet voice flecking upon his ears
And that he tasted it in the warm water gracing his lips,
Yet the long shadows that stirred beneath his door
Startled him with their quick and brutal motions
And consoled him with torturous laughter.
They never once had spoken of freedom,
Made no mention of its demise.

© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman