THE CANON OF FODDER
And ain’t every fodder
of every cannon
dying for someone else’s sins
Sweet Jesus as their model
THE CANON OF FODDER
And ain’t every fodder
of every cannon
dying for someone else’s sins
Sweet Jesus as their model
COLLATERAL DAMAGE (SUPPLY AND DEMAND)
In a world of perfect balance
it is no wonder
so many innocents are killed
How else would one supply
the increasing number of martyrs
increasing demand for virgins
BACH IN IRAQ
I should have seen it coming
All the songs are machine guns now
It is not so far from rock, to rap
to rat-a-tat-tat
the beats getting harder and harder
and closer and closer together
Sitting at an Austin stop sign
cars filled with soldiers on each side
In a cross-fire of decibels, I think
“No one is playing Bach in Iraq”
as all three cars shudder and shake
I lift my hands in surrender
they keep firing
ON THE OTHER HAND
In Haifa
we visited a home
with original paintings by Chagall
(You know how he can always
make you feel like you can fly)
and a bomb shelter
under the stairs
Stopped at a wall by a bus stop
with one stone for each child
killed in the explosion
And looked down on the harbor
across the order the beauty
of the gardens of the Bahai
Looked out across the water
to Lebanon where the last
rockets flew
AND COUNTING
Three thousand Americans dead
twenty thousand wounds to the body
half a million wounds to the head
These are the ones you may not see
the smallpox blanket Persian rugs
infecting the whole damn family
TWO MORE HAIKUS FOR NO MORE WAR
Rumsfeld fell today
his wake not like their sleep
no flag on coffin
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More I hear and see
more “war crimes” gets to be
a redundancy
THINKING WITH DICK
Chaney thought, or said he did
that the people of Iraq
would welcome us with open arms
For protection we would need
no Kevlar vests or armored up Humvees
Probably just a few of these
for the grateful women of Baghdad
before us on their knees
CONDOLEEZA TO IRAQ
Another faux pas George
you throw Rice at weddings
not funerals
TWO HAIKU FOR BEATING AROUND THE BUSH
We do not torture
we just keep lowering the bar
and still keep tripping
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We don’t torture so
don’t give it another thought
we do it, it’s not
CHENEY’S BAD DAY
Dick Cheney
just had the worst day of his life
he said so himself
The worst day in Dick Cheney’s life
was not the day John F. Kennedy died
or Robert Kennedy or Martin Luther King
The worst day in Dick Cheney’s life
was not one of the many when he learned
that dozens of the young and brave
he had helped send to Iraq
were not coming back
The worst day in Dick Cheney’s life
was not even 9/11
The worst day in Dick Cheney’s life
was hunting quail in Texas
after a beer or two
The worst day in Dick Cheney’s life
was when he pulled the trigger
and saw a man actually fall
saw a man actually bleed
A bad day for Dick Cheney
may be a good day for the world