(O, a political poem. political poems are for the very serious to read. without a political poem one is not truly a poet. without a political sentiment. one is just sitting where one is. this is a political poem. with more holes in it than a bullet wall. this was written by a niave dyslexic radical. 2001)
This event captures all that is common madness.
The quick anger
The hypocrisy
The unending loose ends.
They hit us.
We hit them.
Is that our mentality?
Is that our stupidity?
They manuvered for God
His power and money are more than life.
Is America so clean that she does not deserve these scars?
Has she not crushed people in much the same vain?
America: what is hurt more: Our freedom or your wallet.
And this face we take up with religion - God Bless America
- don’t patronise
They flew into the Trade Tower with religion as a face mask too…
Americas this is the caged distances - let loose.
The Lions have broken into the Cats cage.
You cannot claim to sanitise it…
We hate hate but hate.
How animal have the terrorists been
How animal like through WW2
How horrific have we as humans been?
Yes!
Know that at base
it is chaos we justify
- The unjustifiable…
We do not know what is really happening.
Worry, that we lack our own virtues
and move by danger impulsive hearts…
Know that these set the real bombs!