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"tears of justice served
are prisms of perspective unnerved
where the tiny lachrymal crystals
cleanse our souls and baptize our brains
out of attempted brainwashing basins
to the ether of eternity
in the uppermost mindful section
where the Almighty was conceived
in either of our respective images
whether we got the message from our Creator
and were endowed with sacred or inalienable rights
or if we invented this entire anthropomorphic notion
in created likenesses or icons or legends
in graven myths or in some misbegotten reality--
we as a nation not of sheep on the compost heap
but as sentient thinking humans must right the wrongs
left on our bloodstained hearts by Bush
by bringing him to court and letting the people decide
whether what he did was just or just another genocide.
So I say to our father who art an artist in heaven
hallowed be thy brush and please
relegate the former commander-in-cheek
to places where he’s only clearing brush
banished in another world in a spot where it’s
as de facto as it gets
and without him thinking he’s a factotum
this ex-commander-in-sheik in crony clothes
with no visions of a burning bush
or of him hanging Saddam-like
none of this will suffice for what he’s done
as we and the little children suffer right ahead
by each and every child left behind
as Iraqi, or Afghani or American orphans
who suffer endlessly needlessly
or as the widows on the streets internally displaced
are wandering through their nation’s occupation
without an occupation without a home in the world
predisposed to grief and sorrow and hunger
with thanks again to Bush—
so may all the shoes that fit the print in your crime scenes
leave their footprint-- their mark on your forehead
to distinguish you amongst your peers
as the worst of the worst
in the shadow of the best which is yet to come
because no one else could ever sink
to the depths where you’ve managed to crater
by thinking you were the administrator—
better as a caricature for the animator
or the bone yard obituary illustrator and on and on...."
by "Pinchas Werba"
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Respectfully posted (Thank You) by,
NS
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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2 comments:
We are all brothers and sisters in action against oppression if we so desire. If we SOW desire for change it can and will happen by the sheer will of the people when we plant the seeds into our fertile hearts and minds and teach our children that not only does charity begin at home but CLARITY begins there first and foremost and not by simply changing the second letter in that word. A clearly simple yet intelligible transparency is implied within the definition of ‘clarity’ and charity has so many levels that one can give anonymously or philanthropically by example so many can benefit from a simple gift or a major contribution. As long as you have the giving spirit working in your own heart you don’t have to actually donate money because your personality will display that altruistic beauty in your countenance, your words and in little acts of beneficence.
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