"To the missiles chattering beam!" we bow.
“O! To bombs dropping from heaven!” we bend.
Such folly brings laughter and joyful eruptions
From the winking throng of toadies (and the dead).
“To green and surrendering grace!” we groan.
“O! To these foolish breasts adhere!” we drone.
We begin to assemble loyal cities from under the rubble
And erect love and honor of smoldering metal and bone.
“To our savior’s craft, give worship!” we entreat.
“O! To metal-souls, children's breath!” we shriek.
We carefully situate fingers and toes for bridges and roads
Leaving the best of the human frame for soaring metaphors.
“To leaders of machinery, give praise!” we beg.
“O! To brazen chops, living’s wonderment!” we grant.
We heave tanks and jets to fly over enemies of existence
And, weeping, we shed the masks that veil our disgrace.
© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
Obdurate-fuming-man, pig-headed
against a world’s independence
have found the blade in empire
UNder the heel of freedom’s boot.
No more shall you bellow and boil
your contempt for charity and truth.
With your hooked claws now blunted,
sleep and hope you’ll disturb no more.
Your acts of ascendancy drawn,
hemorrhaging, fatigued, UNcovered,
our loosely fitted blindfold
reveals now your crafted hold.
Obdurate-fuming-man, pig-headed
against humanity’s dominion,
found now UNneeded and UNwanted
and your plans thus UNdone.
Bush accepts Bolton's U.N. resignation
Listed on Crooks and Liars thanks to Blue Gal
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman