Thursday, December 26, 2013

THE FREE MARKET FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER IS AT MY DOOR AND HE IS ASKING FOR MORE WAR


The Free Market Frankenstein Monster is at our doorstep

His familiar jingo of war playing in the background with all of its pomp and circumstance

He is asking for more war

Using only the language of aggression he speaks of his credibility

His need for retaliation and of his desires to bring a moral death

On distant shores for the good of humanity

He has cloaked himself in a veneer of self-righteousness

He goes through, once again, all of the tradition

His forced smile contradicts his bloody aims

He speaks of credibility when it is not necessary

He speaks of intelligence that is not trustworthy

He speaks of only his war maneuvers and never a way to peace

He speaks of solutions that have no answers

He speaks of crimes with no need for investigations

He speaks of a democracy without innocence until proven guilty

He speaks of war strategies for humanity that never take into account death for so many innocent civilians

He speaks of the purity and justice of war without mention of the the racket and the war profiteers

He speaks of the need to provide peace in the region but always he is back at our door clamoring for more war

He speaks of these wars, as if somehow, they can provide a final solution to what will assuredly be attacks on our home, violence and fear

Yet increasingly I feel less secure

Again and again, he has appeared at my door

With more needs for credibility

With more claims of new intelligence

With more and newer war maneuvers

Death machines and killing toys

More final solutions

Ever more supposed gifts for humanity

What has been the result that I have seen with mine own eyes

More and more Death

Destruction

Mayhem to innocents caught up in wars fiery flames

The characters in the bloody cast and the villains ever changing

But the blasted song remains the same

As his war song echoed in the background

A song that is filled with such Cruelty

Gore

Inhumanity and suffering

That it can hardly be listened to just endured

As the song played once again, on and on

Wracking my tortured brain

This song that I had approved before

I looked directly into the eyes of the Free Market Frankenstein Monster



With a teardrop quivering from my eyeball

I said, "No more do I want your war."

And I closed the door.


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