the purpose of a paperweight
ink drying as i instigate
or attempt to, at least
my goal: slay the beast
not the ones you've seen in your dreams
and not the kind who split at the seams
the beast i'm after is far more common
occasionally served by a psuedo-'lawman.'
usually, that is- not even barely,
seemingly always, never fairly
these beasts are the very ones
the tyrants waving bombs and guns
from hands and hulls by pulling strings
not armed themselves, but controlling things
with puppets- young ones- sending them on
missions in defense of liberty? it's gone...
used up, spent, as we look for them here
at naturalized citizens, even, a climate of fear
pouring through e-mails, looking for patterns
phone calls, too- a Constitution in tatters
saying the 'war on terror' is for safety
as they send away and sacrifice our bravest
afraid something else will happen at home
we start a fight way, way across the globe
Al-Qaeda? Taliban? making it up as we go
refusing to admit we will reap what we sow

** see more of my poetry on my blog "Nothing Definite: Spontaneous, Combustible, Poetry" at http://gcool06.blogspot.com/ - thanks for reading (and writing)! **