For the kiddies gunned down

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WORLD WAR COVID
Poems, mine and theirs

For the Kiddies Gunned Down 

My God!  Are we stupid or what?

But that’s OK, that’s to be expected,

Given our four percent of sociopaths,

And the one percent of psychopaths

And their devotees in train.

That’s OK, that’s to be expected

From a people half of which limbos below “average” intellect

And the other, not much higher.

Even though that lower half

May hold more compassion to its breast

Than clutch the higher half to their icy heart.

For intellect seems handier with bad than with good,

Despite the passion of many people,

Without miraculous rebirth and renewal.

But it stops being OK when the kiddies get gunned down,

Ours and those of other mothers,

And we don’t freeze up in horror nor stop it.

But proclaim fundamental principles, 

National security, ritual stupidity,

And other reasons to kill more of them.

We are idol-worshippers; first off, of TV’s one-eye gaze, 

Then those smart phones that bring us bad luck,

They have seized our hands, eyes and recently hooked minds.

We stroke the sinuous handle of semi-autos

Cocked with silky smooth action,

As if anyone, even Rambo, could benefit from that.

We snap up hundred-round magazines

And golden bullets boxed up bright and tight,

In fantasy display rooms and armored closets cold and dry.

Who would you cut down with your long and short dicks?

Would that be a bad guy gunning down the innocent?

Or victims you picked out? Does it matter?

Do you dream of becoming a flame-fisted hero

Braced between the innocent and their fate

At the hands of the gunned-up monster you gun down?

Could you be jealous of that monster’s daring?

Could you dream of equal cruelty

As merciless to yourself as to others?

Harnessed in your free kamikaze cockpit

Beyond rules, beyond feelings, beyond good and evil,

Transcending your cheesy life, your shitty reality and your sad fixation with carnage?

When the shit hits the fan, my friend,

Who will get gunned down first, you idiot?

By the worst ones, set loose after your weapon cache?

After huffing seventy years of leaded gas

Thanks to those infamous Interurban wreckers,

Enough brain poison for WW2

And every shit strategy since.

From the trivial to the sublime,

The death wish has taken us (raptured us).

Passion only comes from Viagra these days. 

A weakness of old age or of prior sexual repression:

What passes for virility is just murderous penetration.

Management fit for nothing but Third-World misery,

Ungrateful heirs of the First,

Unfit to manage anything but routine, Third-World decay.

We style ourselves master Assassins; no boast, no threat; 

Just sudden death and the survivors’ wails

Delivered to any doorstep on Earth.

Half-sentient death drones ink the enemy with their shadow

Double tap their weddings, funerals and last, quiet supper.

Dragon’s teeth sown across whole continents,

Ten new enemies for the one deboned and fried.

A hundred, a thousand more for every innocent disposed of that way.

That multi-nested DAESH secretariat will summon your worst nightmares

To grow under CENTCOM’s lash and devour you.

The twilit dead-end down this dark path,

Will only reveal that all we hold dear has fallen.

In any case, the results will be the same: 

Kiddies will be gunned down in our name.

Our turn will come and the neighborhood kids’, 

Since such sins cannot go unanswered.

EN FRANCAIS
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