Funeral for Democracy
Summer revolution, flowers in your
Air. Nike sweatshops. You are here:
be there. For Pericles' printable
version of our democracy has died.
Come & join the funeral, bring a Lotus.
Or your own war dead. We have
shredded our constitution like ham.
I don't take the peace movement
seriously. Then again as a National
Security Anal(yst) I might be wrong
& so I tell it like it used to be, with
a cortege of (Shit, the Fourth Reich's
appearing at the following venues!
A page has been torn from our torso,
I swing high my own private drive.
Democracy�s dead. The hand brake's �
Comments
(adam, who has not eaten some ham)
- bill posters
All that happened was predictable and
we took our cues from the daily papers.
The men in power
we were their main admirers,
no one else seemed
to take them at their word.
But I knew
there had to be something in it
otherwise why would so many words
be written with the same message
over and over
that killing is the way
to sort out problems.
And short of that
threats and bullying
pestering badgering and
making friends with the biggest bully and
never saying �No,� to him
that�s for sure and certain and
only a fool would
not be able to see it
plain as day
all there
just for looking.
Come on, admit it.
You know it yourself and
it�s like, �Oh,� and
it�s like �Yeah,� and
all of a sudden
everywhere
all at once the right
to choose to kill
by all manner of means and
put people away in holes and
have them beaten and
tied and drugged and
punished. And
all you have to be is
prepared. And
all you have to be is
willing to get your hands dirty
as Amanda said. Willing
to say enough�s enough and
pick up a stick or
give it to another
person to hit someone with
on your behalf.
According to law mind. And
due and proper process. And
by the book. Above board. Not
torture, no never call it
torture. Only
an inhuman monster
would condone that.
Jeremy Mild