Mine Eye Offends Me

end the war now

If thine eye offends thee

pluck it out....

War offends

my eye.

All my

senses

defiled

raped

disemboweled

by the

abomination

of war.

My mind

disregards

denigrates

reneges

warps time

destroys values

alters psyches

lays waste

to my

conscience

of hope.

My eye offends me

the complicit witness

complacently

ambivalent

turning deaf ears

to groans

of the wounded

wails of the aggrieved

silence of the dead;

shutting doors

to sanctuaries

where refugees

seek safe houses,

locking factories

where men seek work,

level homes

where women nurture,

strafe playgrounds

where children laugh,

raise cities

where people

learn to be human,

immolate mosques

where

God's Children

cry out to the

Beneficent One.

My eye offends me,

my gut sickens,

to witness

the slaughter

of innocents

droning on

no angels to save

the million Issac's

savagely smashed to bits

by a Tomahawks blow.

God's vengeance

escalates

the celestial ledgers

dripping red ink

from excessive

collateral damage,

people reduced

as objects used

to secure a loan

indeed an ARM

on a real time

American nightmare

whose reset rate

is mounting body counts

and massive budget allocations

protecting undisturbed flows

of corporate profits

valued in barrels

of imported blood.

My eye offends me

an innocence lost

Veritas vanquished

life is devalued

humanity debased

compassion defunct

empathy a twisted satire

an indelible weakness

incidental hostage

to the torridness

of the lurid play

of savage nations

projecting will,

a devastation

of action.

Mine eye offends me

the message of

sweet Jesus

a way of light

transformed into

biblical justification

agitprop verse

stoking blood lust zeal

for apostate infidels

sons of Abraham's

unworthy spawn,

Hagar the w***e

b*****d child Ishmael

turned out again

from tribal tents

of an absentee father

from an unfriendly

paternity.

This black perversion

an abomination

in the sight of Allah

celebrates

a zeal to kill

unholy disciples

yearning to fill

banana crates

with body parts

draped in

drab Hijabs

decorated with

satanic verses

from a

Holy Quran

carved with

bayonets

of self righteous

Crusaders

armed with rifles

inscribed with

Gospel verses

on deadly gun

barrel stocks

to ramp the passion

of the righteous Crusade

against Godless apostates.

Mine eye offends me

as I witness

the orgy of

corporate mercenaries

churning bereaved

Blackwaters

beholden only

to shareholders

gobbling spoils of war

to safely exit

to private vomitoriums

to expunge the excess

of gluttony

only to

quickly return

to engorge themselves

at the public troughs

again.

No constitutional

restraints

save the

strict guidelines

of holy

corporate governance scriptures

ruthlessly enforced with

golden carrots

of multi-million dollar

stock options

and the brutal stick

of shareholders divine right

to quarterly dividends

and above average

equity returns.

Corporate warriors

anointed by

holy oil

proffered

by capitalist shamans

and US Senators

conferring

jurisprudential deferment

on civil law

recusing them from

any behavior

to recognize the humanity

of captive insurgents.

My eye offends me,

as the flag

draped coffins

of returning

servicemen

and women

continue to pile

on the boiling tarmac

of Dover Air Force Base.

Tearful salutes,

folded flags

and mournful dirges

of prerecorded Taps

are small compensation for

shattered families,

and a wasted life,

unnecessarily spent,

criminally sacrificed

in a pointless conflict

in service to a lie.

My eye offends me

as I watch

my country's soft parade

of growing militarization

xenophobic fear

compelled patriotism

salute and goose step

to the flash of sword

and the sound of guns

and theglittering

medals of valor

adorning the chests

of a nations warriors.

How barbaric

are we?

allocating

overstuffed

apportionment

of weapons

and armories

while

people are

foreclosed

forcing armies

of unemployed

Joads

to ride

en masse on

an Acela Express

to a crowded

poor house

a listless journey

on pock marked

highways

arriving at

dreaded

destinations

to defunct

townships

offering

empty factories

and closed schools.

Screaming in silence

I scratch at my eyes

with numbed fingers.

Matthew 18:9

You Tube Music Video:

The Doors, The Soft Parade

Oakland

3/17/10

jbm

Reviews

[patricia]

An absolutely incredible write, brave outspoken and scribed by a talented mind.