A Poem by T. Wark
WHAT LAND IS THIS?
More of us are jobless.
Fewer have health care.
More of us face poverty.
Our "leader" seems unaware.
Our "leader" wants a war.
He is utterly obsessed.
He beats upon his war drum
As if by God possessed.
The price of fuel is rising
Like profits for the rich.
His troops and guns are poising
To "kill the sonbofabitch."
Never mind the innocents
Whose blood will sure be shed.
Never mind the suffering,
Lamentations for the dead.
Never mind the voices
>From all the world and how
They cry in shame and place the blame
For crimes upon our brow.
Never mind the Constitution,
The law of our free land,
Never mind the devolution
Of our freedom at his hand.
Never mind his hypocisy,
His lies to us and more,
Never mind the ignorance
That marches us to war.
Just follow ye our "leader"
To the brink of World War III.
And bless his God and wave the flag
Of hegemonic destiny.