The Military Industrial Complex Poem by DM W

The Military Industrial Complex



Whether it be Hawk or Dove in charge,
It's always business as usual.
The too well oiled war machine rolls on.
For brute power seeks to represent its
Depraved form in bloodshed & crushed bones.
Perhaps it's a primal drive nurtured
By repressive patriarchal designs.
Perhaps it's merely a distraction
From more pressing domestic matters.
It's easy to wrap ideology within
The dubious patriotism of a flag:
‘The Stars & Stripes' logo is a most
Notorious form of marketing.
It's easy to create convenient scapegoats:
Perpetual enemies: old & new.
Perhaps it's because money is now
The main god: ubiquitously worshipped:
Never really questioned or investigated:
The main concern of Western discourse;
Propelled by a peculiar ‘democratic' impulse.

The Military Industrial Complex
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: warfare
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