Welcome To IHOP
Welcome
to breakfast:
at the International House of Politics,
where your war “questions, ”
are democratically answered,
with French Toast and republican prayers.
Here, the waitress is well armed,
with combat footage
from Afghanistan & Iraq,
while the 'breakfast special'
of grits, is globally warmed,
for retired Generals, lobbying on CNN,
for more syrup/no pancakes,
to weaker nations sucker-punched
by America's…
'weapons of mass destruction.'
No reservations are ever needed,
for the National Guard
ordered to arms:
so/do/not/call/for/lunch.
War is always served for dinner,
with 'Donald Rumsfeld'* stew
& spicy 'Condoleezza Rice, ' **
on a 87 billion dollar plate,
complimented with Iraqi oil;
on a 'Osama Bin Laden'***
hidden salad.
That's tax payer funded;
with gratuities paid.
America's-2004 * Defense Secretary
** National Security Advisor *** #1 hated terrorist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought-provoking posts... poems being blocked? just like my three poems? is this what this poems trying to say? or I am just mistaken?