Slaughter Poem by Gary Corseri
Slaughter
Who are these fools who talk so glibly
about war, and sending messages, our role
in the world, credibility? Who elected them,
who signs their checks, what games do they play
to climb the Ladder of Excess? Around
a table, they prop themselves, and then invade
living rooms, kitchens, airport lounges—any
place the gullible can hear or see them.
And this is the age of 24-7, and their bad ideas
bathe the networks of our neurons, and
their words drone in our restless sleep: war,
And honor; upholding values; respon-
sibility; ability to lead; and, of course,
the next election—who's up, who's down,
who's going to win; and why it matters.
And all of it mixed in the Great Mixer
that they'll sell you for 3 easy payments,
plus shipping and handling.
Call now!
so cynically written, it honors it's subject the most. When politicians are merely but commercial figures, ideas, aspirations and hopes are transcendent to ghosts.
Aloha Gary... Quite the resume... Yes, I do read the bios... you touch on some troubling materials with this post... vague and multi-directional... allusive and yet offering a peek at a more potentially enticing work... with the extent of your involvement to date... would you be cajoled into adding a bit more detail... such as persons, places, and or things owned by these particular Who... their, and them, or he and she... these suggestive nodules do not entice the profound, in a potential down stream thought... I too, have travelled this globe... choosing to walk most of the way... or the trains... or river craft... rarely entertaining myself with social functions above the sitting circle under the night skies, or the trek through the sands at high noon... met many a familiar... had the grandest of discussions... and listened to stories... the old ones... I suppose that I am making this bevy of comments as my call... I have enjoyed myself these last few moments... reliving some of my more memorable exploits and attempting to gather material for a intriguing retort to the context of your words herein... I call this, bouncing, a making of a play at finding the message within a better writers works... you can catch me in the cloud to see some examples... Thank you again for posting here at ph.c All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:27:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Read your poem with voice reader. Also heard the video. Thanks for a nice poignant poem