An Open Letter To Those In The Employ Of Arms Manufacture

I know it is pointless me arguing the toss about the attrocities of war, with those who seek to profit most from it: industry, corporate business executives, corrupt government ministers et al, so I am not going to waste my energy on those soul dead parasites who are sealing the rest of humanities fate. No, its the ordinary man or woman, those with families, employed by these big Munitions and military manufacturers that I am talking to.

Yes, you.

Mr. and Mrs. "I only just about earn enought to feed my family, and those terrorists have got what they deserve coming to them" Arms Manufacturer Employee.

Let me just ask you something.

As you work on the production line, in the munitions and military hardware factories across the western world, manning the machines which machine out shell casings made of depleted uranium and turn gun parts on lathes, do you ever stop to think what it is you are manufacturing, and what it will be used for?

Do you ever stop to think who these weapons will kill and maim, as you are checking over the quality assurance sheets of these guns you have made?

Do you ever see that the butt of that gun you are holding in your hands, and checking over, is going to be used to smash the head in of a child, the same age as your tot, that runs around the garden, calling "Daddy Daddy! Look at me I'm a fairy!" as she twirls around in her toy wings, and dress up stuff you bought for her (with money you earned from making these things), at the mall last weekend?

Or does this "child of a terrorist nation" this gun will kill, not have the same hopes and dreams as your little girl, who runs around safely and innocently, playing in the sprinkler, as it waters your nice well manicured lawn in your quiet suburban street?

When you are working on putting together the vehicles which will so "effectively protect our troops", do you stop to consider, that its going to be used as a means of carrying more men and women to slaughter innocent civillians?

Can you see the babies with gunshot and shrapnel wounds from the munitions you have made? Never mind all of the depleted uranium you have unwittingly allowed to go out of the loading bay doors of that death hole factory you work in, in the form of DU shells to be atomised into our atmosphere, killing ALL LIFE on the planet!!

Do you see the 9 and 10 year old boys , choking to death, their lungs burning and they suffocate from the gas cannisters you made, boys the same age as your Johhny, who plays little league base ball with your best buddy's kid in the park on Sundays?

Next time you are there cheering him on for his Home Run, ask yourself, will the children of Iraq, Darfur, Palestine, Iran and Zimbabwe and other war torn territories, get the same chance to smile at their Daddy,as they score a home run, or twirl in their fairy dresses, whilst playing on the lawn, under the sprinkler?

Or what about the four month old baby, with a gunshot wound to its chest, its lung hanging out of it wound, caused by a bullet fired from the gun you put into this world, screaming in agony?

You know, the same age as your sisters new baby, who you felt so pround and so much love for when you held her at the pulpit at ther Christening last month, where you promised before God to look after her as her Godfparent?

Can you see her, with a gunshot wound, screaming in agony, your sister who has to watch that baby's pain, powerless to help her own child?

Does it make you proud of your job?

Does it make you happy that you are employed and earning money from employment that is no better than work of the scum drug dealers who push herion and crack on your kid brother and his pals at college?

"What the hell has all this got to do with me?" I hear you ask.

"I'm just trying to look after my family, work a job, raise my kids and mind my own business."

Yeah, do what you can to ease your concience, my friend.

Your government needs you.

Without you, they cant fight, maim and kill civillians with the weapons YOU make.

You make them pal, on the production line, not the company's boss.

The executives on the board of directors are not on the shop floor reaming out 30,000 shell casings an hour, I bet you dont see the MD, assembling the automatic rifles, grenade launcher and the shells and packing them into boxes and shipping them off to Iraq.

No, they got you to do their dirty work for them, while they are off on the golf course, or on the yacht in the Carribean laughing at your ass.

So, I hope this gives you something to think about, as you pack up for Summer Camp and drive off into the mountains with your families, nice and safe, paid for with the blood money you took from the Masters of War, whose one and only interest is money.

When you make munitions and military hardware, it is sold to

EVERYONE including the guys you are fighting.

Hell, you are making guns and shells that kill your fellow countrymen, just like Mrs Hicks son, Howard, who was KIA in Iraq, 7 months ago.

Gee, she sure dont have that same glint in her eye when she serves you apple pie in the diner on a Friday evening, on the way home from the movies with your wife, Colleen.

Go figure, and perhaps when you come down off the mountainside, you'll look for a new job in the fall.

Perhaps one making coffins for all the souls killed by the weapons you made.