Among Our Machines
inspired by W.D. Ehrhardt
Among our machines
we feel invincible
crushing little brown
black, and yellow people
and sometimes white people
Among our machines
we can distance ourselves
from the killing
All we see is little
green men running across
our screens so we
shoot and cheer
when we get
those little fuckers
and reach the next level
of this video game
we call war
Among our machines
language and culture
become irrelevant
no need to talk
as long as we
can line up the cross-hairs
We drop bombs like rain
leaving scorched earth
and broken dreams
Among our machines
the mechanics of politics
rev up the engine
full throttle so we
can't even hear
ourselves think
And we don't
stop to ask questions
we just react
and kill to survive
Revolutions
When we think of revolutions what are the images we see?
Are they images of men bearing flags and arms charging up a hill?
Is it machine-gunned palaces and gallows and burned out villages?
Do we see uniformed demagogues or marching militias killing and burning and killing?
Or do we you see somber bald monks seated and robbed and connected?
Peaceful villages, broken weapons, happy children, no distinctions.
The revolutions I see take place in the mind
and begin with choosing peace
I Am Wounded Too
I am a soldier
who survived the fear
of facing Uncle Sam
and saying Sir! No Sir!
I won't fight for lies
forgive me wounded soldier
for not being there
to ease your pain
I'll try on this end
to bring you home now
