A Televisual Feast

With a heart full of headless horsemen and a head full of hate
He heads down the corridor to where the victims await
Trained as they are in columns of four and rows of eight
Their heads full of hollow and meaningless debate
You are what you eat what the system dictates
Cybernetic sons and daughters of the United States
He ratchets dumdum revenge cinematic reload
There’s no turning back from this far down the road
The coin’s flipped at random; the fat cop’s approaching
M16 in hand the future’s encroaching
Blood-stained newsprint graphic detailed inhumanity
Weeping for cameras in televisual profanity
Call me callous call me cold I don’t buy your reality
When the tears that you cry don’t see the brutality
Inflicted in the name of Halliburton and Colt
And casting blame on the victims of your callous assault
For the dead that you mourn in numbers so small
Shot with the same guns that caused buildings to fall
Guns that spill blood in the name of democracy
Cold dead hands that define your hypocrisy
So don’t ask me to mourn don’t expect me to cry
When the blood that you spill casts a pall on the sky
When you expect us to buy your shallow world view
When the morality you spew gets stuck on my shoe
Don’t count me as ally or sympathetic ear
When the crusade that you wage continues another year
And the knights grow ever colder, ever closer to callous
And the truth you profess reeks of greed and of malice

April 2007 - In reponse to the contrived outpouring of media grief over the Virginia Tech murders.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Let Me Serve You, Justice

When gavels and scales go bump in the night and hackers hack through the dirt of your words, searching for clues to be woven into half truths and lies, then freedom of speech is truly a myth....and one more voice is silenced.

The mighty wheels of justice revolve slowly indeed, grinding the dirt into a fine red powder...words now are weapons to stab, wound and kill...poetry is no longer an option. And so all vanishes into thin, silent air......only its faint static is heard. Who is left to remember the red with the blues? Who is left unharmed?

with affection,