By Jesus Correa VII
Watch them die,
slowly but surely they rot away,
devolving into chemicals and gases,
and no one bothers to complain,
they said its the way of the world,
mountains of men,
their tangled limbs crocheted into a blanket of bodies
by the nimble hands of Uncle Sam,
sent out to die, or not,
if they combat so be it,
either way they say we cant waste time crying over numbers,
even if that number was once your son
or your brother,
maybe your wife,
once complicated compounds, carbon
relegated to another casualty,
and thanks to 24-hour cable news channels we can
watch them die for falsified information,
and better economies,
watch them die for the calming of our fears,
so you can sleep safe,
and keep your eye out for your son or daughter in a pie-chart in USA Today.
By Mel Schwartz
(See Walt Whitmans Oh Captain, My Captain)
Oh captain, my captain, I fear our ships adrift.
I know our founders vision; whats caused our course to shift?
The sea is vast and puzzling; sometimes reason I must forgo.
But I know things that you dont know, and do not need to know.
Commanders in the pilot house, it seems weve launched attack.
According to convention, should we not have just turned back?
The sea is vast and puzzling; sometimes treaties we must forgo.
But we know things that you dont know, and do not need to know.
Were headed towards the wreckage; the other ships have turned.
As the flames grow closer, will we see our own flag burned?
The sea is vast and puzzling; sometimes allies we must forgo.
But we know things that they dont know, and do not need to know.
Weve taken on great damage, mangled bodies on the deck.
Has anybody on the bridge survived this dreadful wreck?
the sea is vast and puzzling; sometimes sanity must go, for
I know things . ..
Dedicated to W., the anti-president.
Time Is Now
By Gerry Woods
for young Americans
sent off to fight in our name
killed or maimed
all in a game
for the political gain of the sissyhawks
for the Iraqis
killed or mutilated within seconds
directly by our weapons
or by lack of our promised protection
for we did not stop the game of the
for the weakness within ourselves
our friends were bashed
and the truth was trashed
our words, our spirits must reach out
for we must cleanse the shame
of the sissyhawks