michael hanthala Poems

Dulce Et Decorum Est III & A Taste of Armageddon
(or the empire has no clothes but a disposition matrix)
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Your spun a lie as a patriotic shield so that you'll kill more easily without guilt or remorse
and it doesn't matter if your team is russian, german or american
serve to eradicate any at the order of others who own you...for a flag, for a buck, for 'legal' robbery
consequently for if you do your killing well your ceremonially given a medal for committing a crime
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Frogs on Boil with a Case of the Gas Chamber Syndrome...
by michael hall
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Cracks
Cracks expanding like threads of a spider's web
reaching spreading to touch more & more to roll linking spokes everywhere
cracks on the face of the apartheid wall deepening connecting bonding dazzling
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What audacity it must take to set yourself apart from those who serve in the pressure cooker
for a kid gangsta of capitalism to sip a cold coke tightly clasped
while the other hand is stroking a joystick & with just gentle pressure
8000 miles away human beings who have never done his or hers any harm are now droned into bugsplat
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Each of us at this juncture inside this holographic dream then and now
One by one from the beginning of pond scum, panspermia and far beyond
Alone here by a path self-made by every step trod
Walk in darkness, tell me what you see?
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When is the pustulating pile of american war crimes going to be high enough to inevitably tip fall & encrust...
the usa from coast to coast in the white-washed dried bones of the slaughtered innocent victims of hectored neocolonialism?
to fill every hallway & schoolroom & assimulate with the exported pandemic of superfluous slogans & phony patriotism
as the publicly indoctrinated kiddies send boxes of cookies to amoral gangsta's of capitalism?
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