Divided by the Cost (slam)

Anytime I say the word “laughter” I want you to laugh out loud, okay? “Laughter”…

4,731 U.S. and Coalition forces killed in Iraq divided by the cost of the occupation to date, equals 200 hundred and 78 million, 500 and 99 thousand, 800 and 82 dollars per death! Add in the number of Iraqi civilian casualties and the number of Iraqi Police killed and the individual net worth is around 1,284 dollars! By the time we leave here tonight, the net worth of every single human being killed in the Occupation of Iraq will be worth less than… 0 (zero)-

1, 2, 3, yellow pine, aroma aloft, the stench of a war crime I’d watched. 5, 6, 7, these three boxes suffered the horror of a million gutless tongues, the marching numbers are a mausoleum of shattered year. 11, 12, 13, they track existence down and crush it where it stands and they wait and wait and rapidly they spring- 16, opening fire, winding the clock of flesh with invariable death, and the laughter? Well it calls out for another set, so politicians can sleep amid the screech of striding tombs!

69, so the oil baron can sleep in his moist sky!
92, so no good son-of-a-bitches can cackle doom in one breath and liberty in the next!
103, if only they could see the true numbers glee dripping down my skin
with the tongue of panic, over the teeth of terror’s shriek!
209, bulletproof vests are for the living.
400, armored hum-Vs are for the red cheeked fortunate and breathing
placing their bets on Wall Street as they wait and wait!
1,038, the poor get poorer and the rich polish the war machine,
the IED, the RPG, Boeing and Lockheed slinging death like seed.
And the laughter? Oh! The madness in unbridled glee!
2,043, so some arrogant son-of-a-bitch can roll his H3
up to his plasticized life and plop his jangling ass down and smile!
2,865, march on by as our twisted faces turn away and peace is murdered!
3,056, shot between the goddamned lips, lips shrieking peace against the laughing numbers!
Wait, wait...
4,508
waiting for the rapid pounce of bombs to stuff them under.
The climb is steep and there’s no ladder to lift them to love’s agreement.
And the laughter? The laughter’s like thunder!
4,600, man-made and flinging their final flesh!
4,608, slain and this just amuses the golden cockeyed Caesars.
The wealthy cowards won’t cease death’s dying glee!
4,703,
The knee-slapping boxes march by on their way to the gallows-
4,720, so some low-life degenerate can snuggle up against his tyranny!
4,724
And the laughter? O! The laughter’s forevermore!
The nauseating laughter under the damned sun!
4,731…

© 2010 by mark prime

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