Tuesday, March 17, 2009

War Cry

In going to war the people of The Earth have done good.
We Americans fought for freedom from tyranny in The Revolution.
The Allies were victorious against Adolf Hitler
and his sinister plans for world domination.
This was done with war, and a great number of people were killed.
In going to war the people of The Earth have done good,
yet not all wars were initiated for the purposes of justice,
nor was every commander a man of truth and integrity.
In going to war we have sometimes murdered the innocent.
We have dropped many bombs, and we have decimated cities.
We will no longer use these tools with which we have built nothing.

AMERICA will challenge her enemies to The Duel of Ideas,
and defeat them with shear intelligence, and unstoppable progress.
We will no longer use death or destruction to achieve any end,
we will no longer identify ourselves with horrible bloodshed,
and these things will be relegated to the pages of history.

THE WARS OF TOMORROW
will be the greatest minds in fierce debate,
THE WARS OF TOMORROW
will be fought in the fields of philosophy,
and in the laboratories of science,
and in libraries and museums.
THE WARS OF TOMORROW
will we waged without weapons,
and the great heroes shall wield ideals.

THIS IS AMERICA,
so speak freely, as it is your right by law.
THIS IS AMERICA,
so worship or pray in the manner of your choosing.
THIS IS AMERICA,
where no King shall ever reign,
FOR IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE FOUNDING DOCUMENTS,
and Americans shall be free forever.

AMERICA will rise to the occasion,
and Americans will always bear The Banner of Freedom,
amidst whatever terror or fear we should ever face.

THIS IS AMERICA,
so embark upon the long voyage and behold The Statue of Liberty.

THIS IS AMERICA,
and Americans shall be free forever.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Flowers of Doom

How many men have come to die at The Altar of War?
Which of these children was born to do battle?
Red roses adorn the gray, stone graves,
and the fields are sown with the blood of boys.
The bones buried deep in desert sands.
The souls carried off in angels' hands.
How many men have come to die for King and Country?
Which of these children has sworn on the sword?
Red roses adorn the gray, stone graves,
and the fields are sown with the blood of boys.
The bones buried deep in desert sands.
The souls carried off in angels' hands.
How many men have come to die at The Altar of War?
Which of these children was born to do battle?
Red roses adorn the gray, stone graves,
and the fields are sown with the blood of boys.
The bones buried deep in desert sands.
The souls carried off in angels' hands.
Dead roses adorn the gray, stone graves,
and the fields are abloom with The Flowers of Doom.
Dead roses adorn the gray, stone graves,
and the fields are abloom with The Flowers of Doom.

Ghosts

Ghosts, thousands of ghosts, men and women doing what they did all the time and even now, making tires from molten rubber, yelling foreman, horns and whistles, all the comings and goings of everyday life at the abandoned factory, where the windows are all broken and the smell of oil and industry is blown out into the open sky and taken to Tomorrow by The Wind.
Yet there is no solitude. Time is turned, and the buildings are ruins, but as I drift around dreaming, there's another shift beginning, and the belts are singing aloud when the machinists return, and the dust is not disturbed by the work of ghosts.