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Conflict

Missile to missile is where we are now

Mano a mano

Is strictly quaint

A caricature of conflict

Which now trades body blows for rows of body bags

Blood running as deep as black ops unhinging

Each Pandora’s box on this green earth

Where Eden has been fracked and strip-mined

Into an unsettling distortion that screams into the black night

Like a twelve year old sex slave before she’s drilled into submission

This green earth that has been pissed on far too much

Scorched into barrenness

Until its skin dries up and is carried away on the wind

It’s not the accumulation of wealth but the hoarding of it

That cudgels our collective whimper like any vicious overseer

Cancerous growths of unmitigated greed eat the body politic

To death

Evil commodified

Quarterly reports don’t include sins of the profit margin

Factory slaves who die in tumbled grief

A middle class outsourced to pay for higher gates and broader lawns

For the fearful few who totter on their towers of transitory wealth

Waiting for a realization of impossibility

Ignorant of the weight of the sewers filled with their misgivings

Flushed with success

 

 

David Trudel   © 2013

 

 

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War

There’s a war going on

All over the country

There’s a war going on

But it ain’t been declared

And if you want to see who’s fighting

You got to follow the money

See who’s paying the freight and who’s running scared

There’s a war going on

Even though you don’t hear it

But check out the food banks and the cold city streets

For collateral damage and the bandaged feet

Look in the doorways of the closed up shops

For the huddled bundled bodies of the forgotten lost

There’s a war going on

Where we fight with words

In courthouse chambers and legislatures

We write in the papers and the magazines

Right against left, no in-between

This war of words rages

Stretched out on all fronts

There’s a war going on

We’ve dug these deep trenches

And laid landmines across no man’s land

And there’s no mediation

No sign of peace talks

Just smokescreens and camouflage

And the bombs that get dropped

There’s a war going on

And its mean and its nasty

It’s all about ownership and resource extraction

Distribution of riches and wealth untold

The few get the most

The most get the shaft

Devil take the hindmost

So better watch your back

 

David Trudel   © 2013

 

 

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