Another one from spring. Still as relevant today as it was then. A post-Saddam refresher for all you Bush "fans."
PETROL PLUTOCRATS
Born from the greasy wombs of gluttony
With itchy buttonfingers
These wrong-wing platinum spooners
Flash bloody porcelain fangs for the press
Cringing thru bunker-busting catchphrases like
“Compassion” and “liberation”
Veins spewing blue venom
Veering towards incineration
These purveyors of fiction
Iron-fisted fablists
Mother Earth date-rapists
Sip cocktails with sadists
Litigate pacts of treachery
Lobby for oppression and
Laser-guided tyranny
Manifested from
Moon-lit visions of heavy metal
Grinding emaciated bodies
Of desperate mothers and sons
Into fine powder
Snort-worthy
Pure and profitable
Eloquent fascists with
Shady motives
Attempting to eclipse truth
Persist to perplex the dumb masses
Working those anchorwhores
Down to their last ruth
Menaces to propriety
Pimp anxiety and comfort
Barter lives and freedom for
Petrocratic entertainment
Breast pockets lined with
Preemptive acceptance speeches
And stuffed with assortments of
Posable reaction figures
Yes, Toms included
Toys of Mass Seduction
Trillion dollar party favors
They tango in pentagrams
Rear sons of Sam
Who till their fields of greed
With malfeasant machismo
Then label themselves saviors
Impudence outwaxing ego
As their god grins down upon them
We pledge allegiance
To faux heroes
To a broken nation
With liberty
And justice
For none
c 2003
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Dec 19, 2003
MY POEM (pt. 1)
Written back in the spring. Some perspective on being Black in Japan.
THE KOKUGAIJIN
big, black, scary dangerous
strapping, lax, aimless
we must avoid him at all costs
feelings of nervousness
pressure in his presence
discomfort
dodge, retreat away from
eyes too bright to stare at
too deep to know well
his tongue, his hair
his beat, his glare
He must be difficult
to deal with
his width consumes much
space on this train
need more space
between us
I saw one before
on TV
please don’t be that monster
I thought you would be
meaner, scarier
with fanged teeth
and firearms that you brought
across the water
leave my daughter alone
she prefers blue eyes
I WORRY about the woman next to him
I WONDER if shes OK with him next to her
with his black skin
and woolly hair
thoughts that I don’t see
Nor understand
HIM
And I know her fear of this
black foreigner
tall and grand
unlike our men
dwarfed by his stature
I wonder what its like to…
he’s probably a good singer
or dancer
maybe a basketball player or dj
maybe he’s OK
but he could be African
his hair interesting
so unique and different
his eyes deep and round
I can’t keep mine off him
but he’s too bright to stare at
I must look away
He looks so COOL
I WISH I knew him.
c 2003
THE KOKUGAIJIN
big, black, scary dangerous
strapping, lax, aimless
we must avoid him at all costs
feelings of nervousness
pressure in his presence
discomfort
dodge, retreat away from
eyes too bright to stare at
too deep to know well
his tongue, his hair
his beat, his glare
He must be difficult
to deal with
his width consumes much
space on this train
need more space
between us
I saw one before
on TV
please don’t be that monster
I thought you would be
meaner, scarier
with fanged teeth
and firearms that you brought
across the water
leave my daughter alone
she prefers blue eyes
I WORRY about the woman next to him
I WONDER if shes OK with him next to her
with his black skin
and woolly hair
thoughts that I don’t see
Nor understand
HIM
And I know her fear of this
black foreigner
tall and grand
unlike our men
dwarfed by his stature
I wonder what its like to…
he’s probably a good singer
or dancer
maybe a basketball player or dj
maybe he’s OK
but he could be African
his hair interesting
so unique and different
his eyes deep and round
I can’t keep mine off him
but he’s too bright to stare at
I must look away
He looks so COOL
I WISH I knew him.
c 2003
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