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The following views expressed
Do not necessarily reflect
Those of
The prevailing
Order, who prostrate to
Their naked kings, tailor the seams of
Funeral shrouds on foreign shores
But shed no tears for the dead
The dead of the endless list of
Informal wars
The justification for
Will be spelled out
For me, coming soon
To a screen near me
Near you
I'm feeling less hopeful
And so much less human
As my days are reduced to
Little more than
Settling for revenge
And wondering whatever happened to the kid that pledged
Chalk it up to an overdeveloped sense of unbridled vengeance
Somebody fed me too much New Hope for breakfast
Cause as the empire preemptively strikes back
Again and the voice of Luke's father
Baritones that this is CNN
Recall Arab kids, slaughtered, reduced
To sand niggers and ragheads
And now I'm expected to mourn
Dead Americans?
The executioner's willing citizens
I'm so sorry and I'm trying to think it through
But when the chicks came home to roost
And hand-delivered, and hand-delivered
Matching funeral urns to the bully that never learns
I could have sworn I heard a chorus rise and fall
Wishing them so many more unhappy returns
But in every war waged
Only kings emerge unscathed
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