How long will we allow the puppeteers to rot us? We pledge on with undying patriotism, worshiping our colors allowing one administration after another, to mask the face of war
Oh but there are many masks! The liberation of helpless souls? An untimely defeat of a race cleaning fascist? To rid the world of terrorism?
Unmask our villain Look deeper See why our brightest return soulless, hoping only to go back to their gods where the drug of immortality is handed to them smartly
The hit of deitism, a remedy for the side effects of carnage What lies beneath the mask of mass casualty, burned innocence and loss of morality?
Look deeper What do you see? The viscous dark Satan that powers our gluttonous pilferage of the mother's bosom? Advanced political agenda? Secured global economic interests?
What price will we pay? Will we do as the Romans to ease the pain in our greedy stomachs? Will we reenact bloody crusades in the name of our gods?
Our history books have done nothing but tribute our addictions No mention of a lonely soldier's death, unclean and lasting an eternity, or innocent corpses piled higher than the self doubt of their accusers The rapes, the lies and the rich
How long will we allow the propagandic artists to paint beautiful table arrangements over a canvass of rotting bodies?
How long will we allow the war machine's poets to spin rhymes of freedom over the wails of displaced children?
How long will we allow the state's musicians to harmonize their patriotic march with the cackles of gunfire?
When will we begin to look deeper so as not to encourage our own destruction, as others would have it?
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g