Poezja

SILENCE CONDONES McEMPIRE'S DRONES
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McEmpire's
Dollar menu
Serves up fast kill.
Who'll pay the bill?
Spent uran'yum? -
Small watts; big ill.
To store, or sell?
Makes heavy shell.
Blasts through walls well.
Recycled hell.
Deployed now, swell.

The order's passed
Flash fry their ass.
The scorching flash.
Such menu class:
Crispy critters!
Some sauce? Must ask.
Breathe toxic gas.
Eat here? To go?
Death swift, then slow.

Too late to know
the drift; winds blow
a toxic flow,
through lungs, where go
the silent blows
to genes, thus sown
such seeds of woe.
Fallujans know.

War profits grow,
Health defects show.
Yet who will know
how was bestowed
this plague of glow?
With press in tow;
Truth's shaft - sans bow.
Sick Vets soon go
Six feet below -
More graves to mow.
Their health care dough
Becomes ZERO!

Life's value: Low.
We watch the show;
Caught in the flow.
Too few say: NO!
To war we go,
Safe status quo
Lets madness grow.
This shadow foe
Now strikes a blow.
We've sunk so low.
We make no row.
No threat we pose
To leaders, those
Who send the drones
that bomb the homes
In target zones.
Crushed fam'ly moans.
While killer clones
Just count scorched bones.
Silence Condones!


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