Clear

war

 

Clear

 

Playing to a packed house

On parade in a garage

Banging on the tool box

So full of napalm waiting to hit the road

‘Cause you haven’t seen us, till you see us live.

 

Break out the instruments

Tools of the trade

Expertly wield the ax and bang the drum

Pound the sound into their souls

Till all they feel is what we tell them to.

Capture the audience

Penetrate their defenses

Make them frenzy, panic

Make them riot

 

Loving and hating us.

 

The show must go on

Who cares who’s trampled in the process

Who cares about nicety

Revolution ain’t a tea party

Divide and conquer until

All they need to do is bow down

And we’ll get satisfaction, we’ll all get satisfaction.

 

Death is the consummate showman

All it takes is a simple slit to pour out your soul

So take my advice and

Let it bleed

Get your name on that special list

That makes you take your shoes off when you fly

That makes you a target for vests that go bang

And that makes us all feel a little safer for democracy

Democracy is the end all and be all

The altar of sacrifice and don’t we need a new one

After Jesus it’s been a while

So any Afgan will do, maybe a few Iraqis, Persians

Hell they all look alike to me

So bring ‘em on

We’ll rock their world

 

Isn’t that it, isn’t that it, isn’t that it

My perfume is made of baby hair

My soap is made from human ears

My car is framed in bones

My life is a gift of the far away

My god is a pentagon

My tears are rare

My teeth are white

My conscience is

Clear.

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, damn! My conscience is anything but--most days. I wasn't ready for all that. Not sure I ever will be. . .

[R J Askew]

Ach, how sad a species we are. I have just watched in horror our -- Britain's -- David 'Boy' Milliband in Kiev lecturing Russia about accepting the new map of Europe. Russia, feeling a little hemmed in by the assertive EU and NATO has basically declared a new cold war. The missiles heading for Poland and the Radars heading for the Czech Republic have not helped matters. The west did as it pleased in Serbia and Georgia has been a sort of tit-for-tat action by the now very rich Russia. Groan, groan, groan. Smell war? I do. Personally I have no desire to see the bones of a single grenadier sacrificed for Ukrainian 'democracy'. Your poem triggers powerful feelings. I am intensely sad at the way the runes are pointing.

[FoolsGold23]

Woahhhhhh, this Is.....radically new and awesome, It reminded me of an anthem of a rock band, (the hard hitting, blood n guts kind) then tramped its way to a poetical satire of the circumstances of this world. Wow, potent write here, I liked it....probably need to read it again though, haha. Great work!!

[Tomás Ó C..]

Emotive description of a garage jam session...