The Perpetual War Machine

It’s a military action,
children get in the way.
Nine are laying in broad daylight
in a field, the military
doesn’t know what to say.

The papers say, “a tragic U.S.
military blunder.”
It makes you think, a bloodshot wonder,
with the plane an A-10 ground
attack, they’re torn asunder.

Civilians dying in a village
but they missed their man.
Things are going according to plan,
to throw our weight around, the
corporations in command.

A few days later they invade
a compound and six kids
are crushed. Iraqis on the skids
can only watch, their country going
to the highest bids.

What do children know about
the price of oil and gas,
another turns into a ghost,
the infidels on metal tread,
the locals are aghast.

Some of them are shooting back,
a twenty-year old is hit.
An administration complicit
in the attack on 9-11
isn’t about to quit.

The young man didn’t have to die
and we are not protected
from the world, we’re too connected.
Evil is inside of us,
and trouble is expected.

When the dead boys come in for
a landing, home again,
the White House won’t put down its gun
and welcome them, the President
behaving like a goon.

The funerals go without him while
he monitors the bills
in Congress and the Army kills.
War profiteering was about
to be declared illegal

by the politicians with the
guilty going to jail,
but the bill was made to fail,
the President protecting Halliburton.
He’s a rogue male

in a lamb-of-god disguise,
and who is more offended
by his faux-pas – they are endless –
Muslims or the thinking Christians
who have recommended

his removal. The imposter
needs to be impeached,
he has over-extended his reach,
an insult to the citizens
from here to Omaha Beach.