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War War
by Jan Sand
Issue 13
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A cheese roll and a coffee cup


To accompany the morning chatter of the radio


Nattering of menaces out of Iraq,


Dull appraisals with Chicken Little qualities


Submissive to the coercive governmental claque.


Propaganda channeled through diverse media,


But, at end, persuaded by convergence to attack.




No attempt to disguise the latent fear


Solidified by vivid transmissions of the event,


The Hollywood catastrophe of collapsing towers


Which lived grotesquely both in fantasy and fact


Revealing the cavern where the nightmare cowers


That its chill tentacles strew across the morning floor


To re-enforce hysteria from governmental powers.




There is no question that the threats are real.


But there is the sense that it is being used.


A tool to shake the ordinary quality of living.


Outright violation of firm civil regulation.


Violence from laws over-unforgiving.


There seems to be a plan in this assault on liberty


Generating counter hysterias , thoughts misgiving.




Aside from this war crisis that turns the nation jittery,


Other surreptitious governmental legislation


Wearing sheepskins of civilian stewardship


Are slyly slipped into a wary system


Judicial nominations engineered to tip


Legalities into abysses of unctuous hypocrisy


Punishing the poor, the sick, the deprived with legal whip.




Foundations are shifting. The epicenter at New York


Has spread its fissures across the continent.


No ground is secure. Rigidities begin to crumble.


Official nonsense corrodes good humane sense.


Outraged appeals are stifled down to a mumble.


This is glory hour for mindless vengeful hate.


No room for reason. Its flagellation time for the humble.




Our callous idiotics are mounting for the thrust


For the destructive contest of stupidities out there.


Soon will bloody body fragments play at circus.


Internal organ parts will somersault in crimson sprays.


Heads and hands and toes will vaporize, a hocus pocus


Of the military, indiscriminate in distributed democracy.


A gift of raging explosions in conflicts insane locus.




And for what cause? Will this horrid exhibition


Be the surgery to cure the total cancer


That has metastasized to penetrate out to the tips


Of every energy that engines our power,


Or is it frustrated fury that screams and grips


The species in a spastic termination


To leave the landscape scattered with silent lips?

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