The sound and smell of barbarism
reach you long before the acts are begun.
the stench and pall of lies hang thick in the air,
blocking the airways,
blocking the airwaves-
are you ready to stomach them?
Will you watch the tide turning back,
turning black,
turning red, white and blue.
Will you run with the hounds
the wolves, the dogs of war,
blooding your mind?
Will you spectate through C.N.N.
or bury your head in the sands of time
at the sight of mass murder,
murder of the media,
murder in the sands.
And will you raise your voice,
vainglorious as the cluster bombs
rain down remorselessly,
as the Daisycutters
hurl gored fragments. . .
. . . . .and the carnage
is airbrushed away?
Or listen while Dick Chain'em up
revs up the war chainsaw?
Or watch while Wolfowitz
and the wolves close in?
Or rejoice while America
stops your mouth with Big Macs and Coke
while it pours away French wine.
America Inc. is coming,
blasting the cradle
of civilization to hell,
hurling its muddy lies.
but the truth is always con
