Looking up at stars and stripes
flapping half staff over City College
my spirit sang, “Oh, me oh my…”
They’re honoring natural
Woman—singer of soul songs!
Celebrating gospel’s gift to the
World—giving thanks to indigo
Blues crossing borders, gathering tribes…
Instead, I find,“It’s a Barnum and
Bailey world, just as phony as it can be—”
Half staff flags—saluting somber war-
profiteers…
Warlords of Wall Street who lost their
Hawk, their mythical maverick…
Their Satanic scribblers are spinning,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
High fructose corn syrup sentiments—
Stinking solvent scrubbing blood up from
4 million Indochinese—lionizing their hawk
Slurring heroic homeland defenders: “gooks!”
Our Silly Putty populace with Play
Dough politics—No flashbacks of
Body counts on evening news; No
Smoke from smoldering draft cards;
No dinner table blowups; No memory of
Militant chants keeping time for
Millions of marching feet…is
Confused!
Blitzkrieg bombards them hourly…
parroting Psy-Op big lie after big lie;
Toasting Jim Jones Juice to the heavens for a
War criminal crooner—would-be Beach Boy:
“Bomb-bomb-bomb, bomb-bomb Iran…”
A war criminal
who flew—
no Zinn moment—
who
bombed
who flew
who
bombed
who flew
who
bombed
who flew
who
bombed
and
bombed
and
bombed
day after day
Bomb bay opening—not with rice, or roses
rechristening children ‘Collateral Damage’
22 missions—his 23rd shot down over Hanoi;
Left—no Zinn moment…with parachute and
flight suit for his 5yr stay
Today warheads mourn; forked tongues wagging
feverishly…no Zinn moment…face-lifting the life—
So in love with death…