Lest Politicians Forget
lest politicians forget
they are spineless greedy souls
who with polished flaccid tongues
and bloody eyes of reptilian glow
place personal power before public
trust, who rule by anger of the other,
who promote paranoia of the stranger,
who foment fear of the neighbor,
who for their greater glory and power
defend the status quo unto death,
who in pursuit of personal power
know honor is no factor, who exploit
paranoia, who peddle fear- the price
you pay to put career before kept
promise is your endless dispatch
of our very young off to insane war.
you still brain-wash trusting children,
you still teach them how to honor war,
how to take pride in their nation,
how to slaughter all whom they fear,
how to march march off to mindless battle,
how to salute returning container loads
of other dead kids shipped back in coffins
even as you cheer the stock markets' soar.
you still avoid the gut busting question
that puts paid to every needless war -
if nations are abstractions, but people
are lifeforms, why do lifeforms massacre
lifeforms in the name of a mere abstraction?
but do not even ask this nuclear question.
do not even question your need for war.
it has always been this way. it is
the way of the world, a world where
one weapon is worth a billion bucks,
a world where the life of one child
is worth only one drop of precious oil.
yet you still call yourselves honorable,
still feel the need to take a stand.
won't you ever learn how to walk?
do you think you just need to talk?
and so lest politicians forget,
let them remember hitler, stalin,
mao, pol pot were politicians too.
so it is a firm life plan of mine
to never speak to a politician again,
and as a matter of simple hygiene
i never shake a politician's hand.
the politician shakes too many hands.
and needless to say, i prefer the company
of colleagues who are not mass murderers.
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