NOWAR!

NOWAR!
Scrawled sloppily in white paint
On the train trellis,
An unmistakable message,
One the president is sure to see
The next time he is driving
Through this run-down section of town
Or maybe the next time he visits
That dive bar you sprayed it on down the street

    This man, this brutal war-criminal
    Who has already declared he won’t listen
    Even if hundreds of thousands
    Or more
    Are screaming against him
    In cities across the nation
    Surely he will have a change of heart
    A brief foray into human decency
    When he sees this message

“The Road to War”

With hot breath
The serpent hisses
Paving the road to war with
His hateful speech
His nation cries out in unison
With the world
Against his actions
But he will not be moved
Will not

Relent
From the set course
Will not

Change his mind
Even though his willing victim declares
“Much blood will be shed on either side”
Firing his rifle in the air

“These are very dangerous times”
Declares the serpent’s patsies
Ensuring that this is necessary
The only question remaining

Who made it this way

“Osama on the Glass”

One more bogus terrorist tape
To keep us living in fear
The words of a terrorist
It might be authentic
he might be alive
Then why has there been no voice print
There would be no question then
But those questions are necessary
To sell Operation TIPS
To a populace in need
Of a false sense of security

“Even in the Tumultuous Chaos of the Racist-and-Greed-Fueled Battles Between Israelis and Palestinians Who Have Made Themselves Too Blind With Arrogance to See the Horror They Guiltlessly Spread, a Murder is Still a Murder”

I watched the Daniel Pearl execution video
On the internet the other day
It was even more disturbing than I expected it to be
Not the hack-and-slash the papers made it out to be
The gore its self limited to a few seconds
But they had the horrific audacity
To make him tell the world this will not be the end
That the would be seeing more of this
With images spliced in
Of dirty, frightened Palestinian children
And Bush shaking hands with Sharon
And Israeli tanks in the streets
To vindicate a murder
And it was hard to look into this man’s eyes
This man, who must have
Known
He was not going to get out of there alive
And the weight of the world was on his shoulders
Like the hands that held him down
While they separated flesh, muscle and bone with a machete
But the most disturbing part
Was that while he talked
He chuckled
Only once
But I found that to be the single most stomach-turning moment
Far beyond that of his dangling, severed head
This man
This doomed man
Who could not have been naive enough
To think he would ever see his wife again
Or even once see the baby she carried
He had the resolve to laugh
Just once