Saturday 30 March 2024
Friday 22 March 2024
WAR Is A Racket
In the game of war
It's played like a game
Lives tossed in to the furnace
Of profits
The companies know well
The share holders jump with glee-full sounds
At the sounds
of bombs dropping
The companies win
As stocks sky rocket
As rockets burst through the sky
As rockets burst into the child lining up for a little morsel of food
The profiteers sit back
With full stomachs
Belly aches from so much excess
Sore backs from sedentary lives, minds, and hearts
They don't go to war
No - the poor are sent off
No jobs
No choice [you know: cut social programs, keep wages low, move factories for cheaper labour]
The media, which the rich own
Which owns us
Our minds and
Therefore our souls
Convinces us
That we are good
And those over "there" - wherever "there" is
Are bad
It might be Gaza, Iraq, Iran, Russia, China, Mars
But we are all-ways right-eous
We all-ways know best
And, of course, we want to help/save those poor bastards [so we are so easily convinced]
For we don't believe in sin
We are beyond sin
We are pure
And, of course, we bring "demo-crazy"
With "the rule of law"
As our guide
We will save you all
You will thank us one day
Our minds are bleached
Our hearts are filled with gadgets
And denied pain
If only we could see the mad-ness
Of murdering
If only we had com-passion [feel with]
Instead of moral superior-ity
Judging instead of be-ing with the suffer-ing
The mom who holds her dead baby
A baby who starved because we dropped bombs and not food
Did she profit?
She screams in agony
She weeps
Oh Gaza, dear Gaza [or fill in with other]
Why do they hates us?
Forgive me my child I could not feed you
My breasts dried up
I have not eaten for months
I have not had a drink of water
My mind and body and heart and soul are traumatized
They have taken away our food, water, land and re-placed with bombs
They must have no eyes
No ears
No heart
Or is it they have no soul?
As they go on in their busy petty self-indulgent circles