Font Color='#880000'Feast Upon The Garden/Font Poem by David Zvekic

With verses, weaved harmonious and right,
We muster all these Patriots to War,
To lust, and thus anoint the rows to spring
Licentious Fight, and so We smile; We sing,
Ever raising righteous fury for the dead,
Or sinking, delve in darkest fear ahead,
Combined in rumorous disgruntled moan;
How quickly to offend, proudly to atone,
And praise all that these Fathers failed to explain:
Our arrogance is deemed - so without blame,
Lies.


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What is gleaned by “poor” Intel, Truth defrauds
Us all: the People, poorest friends, and God;
But hopes to clear Our Leaders' honest error;
Shared, except in duties owed, Our Terror
Shapes the Fate of Man and throws it all away;
When We make Good to hide what cannot sway
With Truth - and so denouncing both:
The Friends who stood by Us, in love, at most
With not but little fair dissenting views.


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So pleasing to Ourselves', transcending virtue,
We soar aloft on puffs of fresh made facts
And spin. And spinning evidence, We act,
We roar, and furious avengeance falls
Right through: So thoughts align and dropp in awe,
Before the sparkling hours free horrors’ wake,
Obsequious devourer to thread and shake,
On silent panting breath - Where innocence died,
But blossomed through the night as Tomahawks flied,
And crashed with mighty shock into the World.


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Where once unclouded westward breeze had blown,
And carried with it pure and truly sweet,
That fickle nectar - Freedom, fairest treat
For All, but exalting, did not suit need.
The West was won by fearfulness, by Greed;
So call the dying hoards to hunker down,
To spread wide Wings, that Glory may be known
At Night, to prove what Might has always shown:
That in the end, due process doesn't matter;
If Justice will not serve - Fear is better.
With pointed teeth, still sharpened, smiling then,
We feast upon the Garden. We eat EDEN.

-January 12,2006