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Illusion-Free Poetry
08 Jan 2002
Four original pieces. Just something interesting to read…
~Right, Right?~
Click-Clack. What's that?
Oh, its flag on the flag pole,
Blowing in the wind.
The wind that's touched a million other flags on its trip to this one.
This one.
That makes my mind vomit the clichés burn into my brain,
Like my name, rank, and serial number mumbled over the gun shoved in my mouth.
A P.O.W. in war I didn't know I was fighting.
Maybe I'm in a movie, but I just can't see the cameras.
Modern technology you know. Makes things smaller.
Like our hearts.
I saw a movie like this once, back in High School.
Some old fashion foreign flick,
Black and white, subtitles.
People marching in parades, driving tanks around,
They had a symbol too.
It meant freedom, justice, and truth.
To them.
Freedom.
Justice.
Truth.
Kind of funny huh? Silly Nazis.
A tragic mistake though,
Thinking their little symbol meant those things when everyone knows....
That ours does.
But they were 100% sure of themselves.
Like we are.
But they were 100% wrong.....
Like we are...
Not? Sure?
Sure we were right.
We decide what right and wrong are, so why wouldn't we?
Poor Germans citizens though.
After WWII, the world held them accountable for their government actions.
Their government? Well, not really.
But our government does what we want right?
Right.
Right?
Not......always right?
Wrong?
The terms are so confusing.
Better not to think about it.
Right?
Wrong.


~The American Attitude~
What am I?
I would see this country gutted,
Its institutions of freedom brought to the ground,
On the grounds of high hypocrisy.
Laid out next to the skyscraper which symbolize the power...
Wretched,
Corrupt,
Heartless power,
That breeds our very own "American Attitude."
The reclaimed acres replaced with parks or schools,
Or left as rubble.
"The destruction of evil is not evil."
Make-shift alters for people like me.
But I am not a terrorist.
I love freedom.
I know the rights of people around the world,
And contrary to what my father screamed at me for the first 17 years of my life,
I don't take this country for granted...
At least no more that he does.
But the "American Attitude" says that asking questions in a time of war is unpatriotic.
Sinner off the mouths of the holy.
Trader from the veterans.
Criminal from the politicians?
But they forget that this is democracy,
And that's how the system works.
Take away the questions and its Fascism.
Pure and simple.
All I want is for this place,
This country,
To be worth being proud of.
But I am not a patriot.
A terrorist kills innocent people.
Innocent death is murder, No matter what.
War or no war, "collateral damage" is NEVER expectable.
The term makes me vomit.
A patriot loves his country unflinchingly.
Without question or questions.
Driven solely on the idea that we are the greatest nation on earth.
If we are, this world is in pretty damn sorry shape.
What am I?
Whatever.


~Social...Security?~
Welcome to the United States…
Of Hypocrisy.
We are now the biggest prison island,
Prison continent,
In the world.
But no crime can earn you entrance,
Masses yearning to be free,
Can go elsewhere…
For we know that…
Birth,
Is the only way inside these ocean locked walls.
And when you slide out of the womb,
Before you touch your mothers arm,
They brand you.
Not on my forehead, but on…
You're Soul.
You're social security number they call it,
They call you.
Your name is simply a formality.
Easier to remember than the damn number.
The damning number.
Don't forget it now…
For that number…
It is you.


~The Worst Words~
I'm feeling really Ill lately,
I don't have the flu, my mind is the problem.
Too stressed.
Taking things too seriously.
Its got me all fucked up.
Opps, can I say that?
Fucked up?
Or is that to dirty for this….
Filthy society,
Where your eyes have seen so much…
Shit…
That seeing a man murdered doesn't even faze you.
Where the things that would…
Never reach your eyes.
Well, I personally don't have a problem with shit, and fucked up.
Because this shit is fucked up.
I can even say words like…
Get ready for it…
Get ready for it…
Cunt…
How's that for a bad word?
Did it make you flinch?
Make your stomach a little queasy?
Naw, you can handle it, I've got worse anyway.
How about this one…
Collateral Damage.
Ya know, when we drop a bomb…
And miss…
And kill innocent people…
Seven children here, five children there…
Is that a worse word than cunt?
I'm sure the parents think so, how about you?

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