Cosmopolite

Cooling breezes rustle every leaf
And shadows dance upon
The soft green grass
Where I sit to think,
But instead fall asleep.

.

With kisses, hugs and tears
You sent him on the "Nobel Cause"
To fight and kill in hell.
To save the world for us.

You sweetly knit him bright warm socks.
And bake your best brown cookies.
The ones with sugar icing.
The ones he loves so much.

Then one day the news arrived,
The boy you birthed and bred,
The hero boy Is dead. You weep,
And weep again.

And place a flag with one star
On the windowpane and pray,
The Lord to keep my hero boy
My boy, who now is dead.

Outside my window one day
Came the doleful cries
Of a bedraggled orange cat.

Her tail sadly hung to the ground
Her hairy coat a matted mess
Poor thing she was just then

This piteous cat, it seems, had no home
Nor food for her bleating belly
Nor sweet milk for that parch pink tongue.

I pored some cool white milk
In a gold rimmed saucer
And placed it outside my door

The hungry beast set too it with glee
Lapping away till the dish lay clean.
Then looked up with round sad eyes and cried.

So I picked her up and brought her in.
I found some bits of meat in the frig
Which I lay before before my hungered guest.

After gobbling down the entire repast
She again look up at me with large yellow eyes
then squinted and blinked in thanks.

She then strolled to a sunny spot
in the middle of the kitchen floor
lay down and proceeded to preen herself.

Now that once lost cat I call Sally Sue
Has a home from which to roam
Knowing where food and a warm spot will always be.

So now the tail is up,
Crooked like a cane
As Sally Sue prances and dances

A happy cat it seems.

As a citizen of the Reich and a subject of the Fuhrer for which no sacrifice is to great, I shall march to my coffin through fields of mangled bodies and crushed dreams of all the innocents of Earth if need be.

Hail the Decider in Chief

Congress is derelict, Congress is derelict. That is the cry streaming out of the gaping mouths of the public. By why? What is derelict mean in this sense? isn`t this same derelict congress elected by the (informed wisdom) of the public? Yes, but one at a time. 535 congressmen are elected in 535 individual isolated campaigns, each floated on flotsam of superficial bromides, disconnected from the reality of history.

This is so because the public, the informed citizenry, are in fact, narcissistic ignoramus who want to be told how good they are and how well they are doing. But mostly they want to be told how the big-nipple government will nourish their every desire. And it is to this the honorable senator Blow Mouth appeals. He presents himself as the great prospector of the inexhaustible government mother load. With his hand on the spigot of the milk and honey hose all his children will be well.

To accomplish this Senator Blow Mouth must have support from the other duly elected public servants in congress. Thus his main and only concern is to gain and remain in the good graces of enough other crooks to override any informed objections to his proposed theft. To do this his congressional gang must sing and dance in unison to the Kabuki ritual of national interest while funneling as much largesse as possible to the good folks back home. At least to those who give him the money to finance his reelection.

Who is this guy Saddam? Why does he have such privilege? Why is he not held forever in a secret cell like the other so called high value enemy combatants?

We were told he was an immediate threat to America. That he was eager to rain deadly biological agents and chemical poisons upon us if we did not take him out. We are told over and over that Saddam is the worst of the worst, evil incarnate, killer of unknown thousands of his own people, the mother of all terrorists, a threat to the region, to the world, to civilization itself.

If he is as bad as that, then why is he treated with dignity and tooth exams? Why is he taken cleaned, dressed, Koran in hand before a court to hear his rights and make a plea? Why when innocent Afghan taxi drivers are hooded, chained and beaten like mad dogs then left to rot forever beyond the pail of justice and incessantly milked for intelligence at the whim of unknown and unaccountable interrogators?

Moral: the more evil one is, the more killing one does, the more torture one inflicts, the more humane one's treatment. But let a zealous FBI agent see you taking tourist photos in New York City and you'll get slammed into a black hole of prisoner abuse at the infamous Metropolitan Detention Center in Brooklyn, beyond the reach of family, friends or counsel; with liberty and justice for all.

Freedom Rings
Hail the Chief
Bringer of peace
Sower of light.

But Wait.

Ahmed is dead
Khalil is dead
Hameed is dead
Amir Yas is dead
Children all
All are dead

But Wait.

Ali has no arms
Mahmud no legs
Issa Deli's face is torn
Mona Hassan's eyes are gone
Children all
All are Broken

Hail the chief
Bringer of peace
Lady love in arm
Dancing in the night
Sees not the harm,
Knows not the grief
His bombs of peace decend
Upon the tiny children
Of the wasted land.

You must understand
The chief explains,
We mean no harm
To those we bomb
When we should not.
Some must die you see
So others may live
The way I say,
Not another path.

Come see the light we see,
Come know the joy we know,
Come dance the night away
In courtly dress,
In Gayly lighted halls.

But Wait.

Mahmud has no legs
Ali no arms.
Ahmed?
Ahmed is dead.