Twerk (Dedicated to Chelsea Manning and the people of Syria)

Twerk 

written August 27, 2013

Cyclops babies gestated in depleted uranium wombs

cry for the men in our kingdom with two blind eyes

glued to scripted reality

where newsmen get achy breaky hard-ons

for a hillbilly’s daughter in modern day blackface

while viewers drool and drink genetically modified beer

after working nine-to-five

and I’m here popping anti-depressants

for the suicide side effects

ready to bow out

after one too many esoteric nightmares

of collateral murder,

just following orders

ten years gone now

let’s drain another Ba’ath

and party in the streets,

feel the heat,

get high on Muslim blood

and nod as the newsman tells us what to think,

here, have another drink!

Buy a new made-in-China flag

And cheer as the bombs begin to fall again

And democracy reigns down

Leaving splintered hospital cribs

Filled with more birth-defected babies

Next to women missing limbs

And I turn off the ‘news’ of a fallen Disney princess

With not a word of a peace-prize president

Adding to a dozen years of innocent bodies.

I finish my beer, walk downstairs, take one last breath…

And become a statistic,

And for the last time

My hands are drenched in blood.

8/27/2013

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