Yesterday and Today

(for Rachel Corrie  1979-2003)

I revel and swim in the words of Revel,

drowning in the thesis of neither Marx nor Jesus

and fall into the deep Orwell

thoughts of the past,

clinging to 1984 as it rears its ugly head today.

A consortium of dull conundrums are heard

on the alphabet news of ABCNBCCBSCNN,

that cannot really c except with blind eye

but the fox hole of Fox News is where you will trap the best views

of how far we have advanced since Revel and Orwell

and in case the alphabet fools ya,

the fox shows you the truth in Fallujah.

Obsessions and political confessions

are kidnapped by secret service during this recession

and obvious oppression and repression of

the ABCDEFBICIANSA Dr. J.K.L. and Mr. H.I.D.E and go seek,

so that taxpayers can have Novocain administered to their brain cells,

and the electoral process can be given an epidural to give birth to another term,

infected with a disease stemmed from a JDL lobbying germ,

how long have we been on our knees swallowing this sperm

and fornicating with magicians?

I wonder if I asked them

about the ISM

would they send me an answer

or some private dancer

to tiptoe through his own two lips?

Ah, but sometimes Big Brother watches because he, like Father, Knows Best

and so on his behest

we lay to rest these extremists

and fundamentalists

who want to rape all of our Lady Liberties,

with fiery semen

that give birth to hate and anti-American

east men.

There is no fallacy in thinking

that if not war, we would be sinking

into an abyss

at the hands of cave dwelling terrorists

who sling shot their commands in code into the mental abode

of dispersed sons and daughters of their version of religion,

a form of social disorder.

The superiority complex of the eagle is quite complex

but taken out of context

by those who pray to the east

and seem to want to feast

on red, white and blue blood,

they believe that theirs shall be a new deluge, and new flood

to sweep away the truths we hold self-evident,

they seek restitution from the biblical constitution.

had she not ran away and finally fled

from your abuse

would the world have this noose

around its neck, pulled by a donkey of a man

who today has hostility

whose children today fight to reclaim the land they claim they lost

even after reaping of the fulfillment

of being a great nation?

Descendants of twins still fight in the womb of the desert,

while the eagle flies overhead

attempting to bring man-made peace

to two Godly nations,

its 51^st State, Jacob 3228, has now occupied the U.S. Congress!

and on the day after the ides of march last year

of how American life was for sale,

traded for born-in-America caterpillars to bulldoze Stine Palace,

and drink from the green-backed chalice of squatting Strippers,

as I secretly call them,

who may very well live and belong there.

yet my pen bleeds for this human

as my words and verbs drown behind and around the memory

of this march calamity,

a black man crying for a white woman

who bled red blood

and gave her life

to become the wife

of peace,

this poem is only the least

that I can do, ode to her strength and the path she chose

wondering if one day too my people will be bulldozed

for standing up to murdering innocent babies,

will I one day also get infected with the rabies

that turns safe, middle class people into concerned world citizens

frothing at the mouth in search for peace?

Had she been given more time I am sure she would have eventually

found herself in the middle of the streets of my beloved Haiti

staring into the eyes of oppression

blonde, strong and recalcitrant,

my new Joan of Ark.

C and C. C of C., NC

I cry too

with you

although my tears will never have the same DNA emotion as yours,

of my own heart.

Yesterday and today are gone but will go on forever

The crimson desert and towers cry out in pain and vain

to deaf ears as tattered arms of babies east and west of the strippers

reach out to blind eyes. 

Stop now or forever kill the peace.