A Declaration of War.....written In 2002
A DECLARATION OF WAR!!---on August 29, 2002. © All rights reserved
I do not care for war
I was never fond of hate
but still even now
in the year 2010
my blood simmers
with a frenzied, heated rage.
My index finger itches
to depress an M-60
that triggers withering fire
with deadly accuracy.
Delivering them a battery
of painful ...sucking chest wounds
that will slowly suffocate the breath
from every useless scumbucket
with their empty scrotums trembling
in the safety of the shadows
of some third-world desert shelter.
For I am an Ex-Marine
who would like to line that X up
in the crosshairs of a sight
fixed precisely on Bitch Laden.
Sending him an invitation
to take leave of all his senses
and depart this world he darkens
to join with the ranks of Satan's
most despised of tortured souls.
For my God...and his God Allah
both despise cowards who murder
innocent, unarmed civilians
in some so-called holy war.
Plus the difference in our plan
to send "our" soldiers also off to war
is that these terroroist will "ALL" know
long before...that WE are coming.
They will all be armed and ready
when we pound them to extinction
grinding thier bones in the sand.
Yet around me I still find
some who are shocked by my desires
to go forth and smash the evil
that imposes on our world .
They are the same folks who spoke out
against McVeigh's lethal injection
they detest all hate and violence
even here so close to home
though it's a breeze to sit in judgement
when your life has been untouched.
They would rather say, "Why Not???
"Why not just impose some sanctions??"
"Or embargoes...go arrest them.
Round up all the ones who did this
and imprison them for life."
feed and shelter them each day
watch them all till they grow old
it is to them that I say....
"WHY DON'T YOU GO NOW AND JUST STAND..
AMIDST THE RUBBLE OF THOSE TOWERS
BREATHE IN THE STENCH OF ROTTED FLESH
THEN TRY TO SCRAPE SOME OF THE STAINS
LEFT BY A TWENTY YEAR OLD WOMAN
OFF OF A BLOCK OF BURNT BLACK CONCRETE.
HELP THEM TO GATHER DNA
USED TO IDENTIFY THE BODIES
THAT HAVE BEEN BARBEQUED AND BLASTED.
THEN WATCH CLOSELY.... HER PARENTS FACES
WHEN THEY LOWER THAT SAME BLOCK
INTO THE GROUND AS THEIR GIRLS COFFIN.
CONCRETE SPLASHED WITH DNA
BECAUSE IT IS ALL THAT COULD BE FOUND .
TIMES OVER HUNDREDS MORE DEAR FAMILIES.
OR PAY A VISIT TO THE HOUSE
OF SOME BRAVE FIREFIGHTERS KID.
REMOVE YOUR HANKY AND HELP WIPE
THE ENDLESS TEARS FROM DOWNY CHEEKS.
THEN TELL HIS WIFE THAT WE SHOULD TREAT
HIS KILLERS FAIRLY..WITHOUT HATRED
WHEN SHE KNOWS HER HUSBAND PERISHED
SAVING THOSE UNFAIRLY KILLED
BY THE HATRED OF SOME LOWLIFES
WHO USED HIS BLOOD TO BOOST THIER GLORY.
ALMOST THREE THOUSAND SOULS
IS THAT STILL...NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU
TO LOSE YOUR POMPOUS CRIES FOR MERCY
TO DRIVE YOUR ANGRY HEART TO VENGEANCE
AND ANNIHILATE THESE MAGGOTS.
IT'S TIME TO RAISE AN IRON FIST
AND HAMMER OUT THE PEACE WE SEEK
WE HAVE KNOWN PEACE FOR MANY YEARS
AFTER THE WIELDING OF THIS HAMMER
IT IS A NECESSARY TOOL .
THEN PERHAPS WE'LL RETURN TO LIFE LESS VIOLENT
WITH FAR LESS HUMANS FILLED WITH HATE.
YOUR CRIES FOR SOMETHING MORE HUMANE
RING WITHOUT ECHOES HERE AGAINST
THIS FLESH FILLED HOLE OF SMOKING RUBBLE.
LEFT HERE BY TERROR IN "OUR" COUNTRY.
G O F I N D S O M E O T H E R
C A U S E T H I S Y E A R ! !
Lest my son who's only seven
in just ten years will be served notice
to go and fight the terroist who
were never stopped when he was young.
Lest your loved ones should by chance
board the wrong plane...and fly one that's slated
to be used to send a message.
Winging forth as a flaming arrow
from madman playing holy war.
Or perhaps you'll be shuffling papers
upon your desk...your daily duties
interrupted by a blast
as you fall earthward with a scream.
Confetti for some taliban!!
Expend your passions for non-violence
in earnest prayer for our young men
who go to fight for you, and die
just to bring home the dreams you seek
and give you rights to non-conform.
To everything there is a turn
as God has said...a time...a place
a time for war...a time to love
and a time to hate as well
this time it's hates turn
Untill we can return again to love
till we can once again claim peace.
I do not care for war
and I am never fond of hate
but I am ready to make fodder
of any who make wars of sorrow
against the innocent..unarmed
against my country and my home.
How sad that Bin Laden has lived
and breathed for nine years past that fateful day.
While that past administration dallied in distractions,
when he could not be caught, focusing our attentions on Iraq,
and a lesser prize caprtured.
And then left office and dumped the whole mess
into Obama's lap, and now dare to criticize his efforts
at every turn like Dick Cheney does when his own efforts
produced little but more grief.
Sit down and shut up dick.
You had your shot,
you missed twice,
first Bin laden, and then the ducks/pheasants
you were shooting at and got a lawyer friend instead.
The repuglicans and the tea baggers
must have forgotten how badly handled 9/11 was
by thier elected favorites.
Perhaps they are too busy trying to make
Obama the devil or Hitler and restablish
thier impotent place in the White House.
They need to visit the landfills where specks
of flesh and blood merge with the rubble of 9/11 even today, unrecoverable.
Men are dying even now in the so called
conquered Iran... "Mission Accomplished???
They are still dying in Afghanistan because bush
abandoned it in the pursuit of a surer victory over Saddam.
The party of lost causes now hopes to cause the loss
of our current leader with endless harassment, fabrications
and talk show maggots spewing garbage.
Excuse me for getting sick and wanting to vomit
over all that the past administration dumped on Obama
that is now being stirred up and recycled into reasons
to let them take power once more.
Glen Beck says he might be going blind,
I feel sorry for him, but he is the leader of the blind....
and he has been mentally blinded for a long while.
Spouting his endless negatives and lies and inciting a small
portion of our republic to make changes that should have been made
when Bush was KIng.
I am done ranting, some of you will be blessed by that
but if I can turn a few voters back to reality by simply pounding
out words like errant chads once were pounded out leaving us all
hanging with four more years of a useless administration then ....
Maybe words can help keep the formally
useless party from being useless again.
One word says it all!! ]
Thanks for listening. ~~~~~~~~MFB III
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