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A Treasonous Revolution (2/24/11)

Indiana Official: "Use Live Ammunition" Against Wisconsin Protesters
The barrel’s are hellish red, tenderized flesh,
hanging low like ancient oaks playing Twister,
with limbs unfolded in the leftover light beneath the sleeping feet of clay.

Another Runaway General: Army Deploys Psy-Ops on U.S. Senators
Nothing rings a bell in these cautious days,
from Wisconsin to Cairo, Christchurch to Tehran,
save for the wind puffing warily overhead
or the breathing chest crafted from terror.

Tennessee Bill Dubs Sharia Law ‘Treasonous,’ Would Punish Muslims With 15 Years In Jail
The rumble of thunder’s punishment, happy to swill my dry lips,
a loveless experiment dripping upon the blasted ground,
a laboratory where horror oozes from the earth with the stench of scalded coffee.

It’s Become a Global Revolution: "Egypt Supports Wisconsin Workers"
Within this revolution, I must ask, what of equality, what of Love, what of death?
We march onward, ready to salute peace
as the five-sided affections shudder and charity finds its pulse.

Justices rule for drug makers in vaccine dispute
A wounded vet from Missouri tills the ground and cries out that he’s dying.
Heartache rumbles through his language, I’ll never come back from war.

Florida city loses third police officer in 28 days to shootings
Boom! Boom! Boom!
I must pledge to unite in reason, merge with kindness,
or fold into an empty dread, a loaded weapon, a pale Love.

Qaddafi: I will fight protesters, die a martyr
He’ll go home and cry at his reflection,
I'll go home and sigh of their fortune.
Tomorrow.

Pirates shoot dead four American hostages
I'll learn not to think twice,
learn not to hesitate at profit,
after all,
what’s man to do with all of the leftover murder?


© 2011 by mark prime

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