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March 14, 2005
Damn News Channels/ Things we are not supposed to see/ Ode to Paxil
The images creeping in our Psyche
Quietly gnashing on the Family pictures
Of the last Picnic, leaving their Larvas
nested in abbundance, as the host membrains
Beg for Paxil helpless
Two planes, Majestic as they are
In slow motions, ripping the sky
Cut the Two Towers in mayham, blood
Boddies thrown in air, splat against
The ground in hushed thud, a priest
Standing by the sites, gives last rights
To Firemen venturing inside, like a movie
-Full of Special Effects, Fire, debries,
steel melting, sirens, dusts rising up, way up
Three thousands souls, perished, called up,
Holding to their bones, flesh, insides,
-All day , on all channels, they count,
"The latest casualties number......"
The flash of the blade
As it cuts cold, the skin
Red, catching, seesawing
An artery, the bald man,
held down like a sheep
that Moslem kill in
The name of God, chanting
--Allahu Akbar, muffling
The noise of his voice box
As it's crushed
The left over
Of a child wih large
Sunken eyes, skin and bones
splayed over Sahara Africa,
as a voulture stands by
patiently with respect,
While the Photographer,
Licks his lip little,
And takes the shot.
The naked girl,
Running slanted,
Arms open, as the
Oranges of the
last Napalm
Severes the sky
The young man
Standing with hands
Tied behind his back
His faced creased in horror
While another man with similar
Features, stands arms stretched
Holding a Pistol against the side
of his head, you could almost hear
The click, the shot.....
High school Cafeteria
At launch, hushed cold,
Bodies of our sons, daughters
splayed down faces frozen in
Disblief, bullets holes on the walls,
mowed down, by adolesence angst
Of Kids that live in empty houses
between shadows, and silence.
The latest exploitation
For a mutant named Michael Moore
And waves that hover
Over thew beach, taller
Than high rise buildings
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
Posted by Idinraha at March 14, 2005 12:52 PM