Who Will Stand Against It?

I’m being Un-American
here, I know and my
heartfelt apology to
neo-fascist patriots

everywhere, loading
up those sweet assault
rifles and bat shit crazies
everywhere preparing

to shoot up a restaurant
or school yard but,
honestly, I’ve had my
fill of the violence

vomited up on a daily
basis in this slaughter-
house of a so-called
country. More murder

factory, blood and
guts sanatorium, or
palace of hatred, really,
reinforced daily by

television’s fake but
thunderous head
bashings, eye-stabbings
and diabolical

mutilations: the roar
of horror and death
never stopping, the
screams of victims

a coast-to-coast
symphony of ear-
piercing terror done
to acclimatize, subdue

and control, to prevent
resistance to the real
but far off eviscerations
of war, of Empire

let loose yet again upon
this tired, bleeding
world. Our tired and
bleeding world.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.