Need help finishing, and titling this political poem.
when the thick wool blue and red and white blindfold is passed my way, the rip will be torn to washington. the blue tears of the sons of chess pieces fall into the bowl along with the red blood of tan faced children blown up by the clever bombs, and the white spit of imperialism will find this bowl with guantanamo bay and the silence of 13 year olds and their shackles dragging across the buried dreams of gandhi and lincoln and dr. king and einstein. then we dust the walls for paintings of stalin and hitler and the ace of spades. bandages are re-meshed on the back of america and the tribes who owned no towers for white men to throw planes at and the ‘incorrect and savage’ thinking that earned them death. this bowl will be consumed with a cold drink of tear gas and a-bombs to wash down the cries. utensils will be purchased with the fields of free oil sold by terrorists, the terrorists we liberated. napkins made from the free green paper found in a shed in iraq. imaginary wmds and talibans miles from home will be served with lies. the signs of american terrorist protesters are hidden behind a blanket of patriotism and blue suit coats and ear-phones. welfare and tax benefits for the kkk and skinheads and baby rapists and mass murderers and fraud and the bloods and the crips and vice lords and government scandals. eyes close for 100 year wars in north africa and cuba and jerusalem and south america. women cant show their faces when cubans have none to show. weapons of mass destruction are somewhere, and that place may be here.
JediKirby
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"I was driving along listening to the radio, when Judas Priest comes on. It was 'You've got another thing coming.' All of a sudden, I enter 'VICE CITY RAMAGE MODE' and nearly ran some guy over"
- ]-[ellequin
[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited February 04, 2004).]
[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited February 04, 2004).]
when the thick wool blue and red and white blindfold is passed my way, the rip will be torn to washington. the blue tears of the sons of chess pieces fall into the bowl along with the red blood of tan faced children blown up by the clever bombs, and the white spit of imperialism will find this bowl with guantanamo bay and the silence of 13 year olds and their shackles dragging across the buried dreams of gandhi and lincoln and dr. king and einstein. then we dust the walls for paintings of stalin and hitler and the ace of spades. bandages are re-meshed on the back of america and the tribes who owned no towers for white men to throw planes at and the ‘incorrect and savage’ thinking that earned them death. this bowl will be consumed with a cold drink of tear gas and a-bombs to wash down the cries. utensils will be purchased with the fields of free oil sold by terrorists, the terrorists we liberated. napkins made from the free green paper found in a shed in iraq. imaginary wmds and talibans miles from home will be served with lies. the signs of american terrorist protesters are hidden behind a blanket of patriotism and blue suit coats and ear-phones. welfare and tax benefits for the kkk and skinheads and baby rapists and mass murderers and fraud and the bloods and the crips and vice lords and government scandals. eyes close for 100 year wars in north africa and cuba and jerusalem and south america. women cant show their faces when cubans have none to show. weapons of mass destruction are somewhere, and that place may be here.
JediKirby
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"I was driving along listening to the radio, when Judas Priest comes on. It was 'You've got another thing coming.' All of a sudden, I enter 'VICE CITY RAMAGE MODE' and nearly ran some guy over"
- ]-[ellequin
[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited February 04, 2004).]
[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited February 04, 2004).]
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