In observing the horror

of the truth

of modern imperialism

My heart aches in ways

That I beg for tears to come to my eyes

Deception becoming systematically normalized

And its reception forced on an entire species being autocratically demoralized.

Mainstream news

the very noose

Asphyxiating

anything remotely close

to resembling a hair

on the neck

of the actual truth.

Nationalism

the antithesis to rationalism,

Patriotism

The cause for emaciation, degradation, and humiliation

Of anyone who may think that cooperation

Is the way to build and, simultaneously unite nations.

The current divisive. form

of cross cultural competition

Pits poor against poor

While the rich on both sides

Send them in

With complete disregard

For the life

that is put on the line.

But this isn’t a game.

Number 1 going number 2

On anyone who

thinks that the views

Of the human beings left strewn,

Skewered and marooned

Are worth being listened to.

And second best

feeds on the undigested remains of the tyrant

Which is full of barbs and chains

Binding it,

as a zombie horde

to the necromancer state.

A crude, cruel and twisted fate.

Forcing its youth,

AlMost entirely derived

Of the most materially deprived,

Too young to know better,

And hardly provided them

Anything worthy of calling

An education.

To be the weapons of bigotry and hate.

Their sons and daughters

Sent to slaughter…

A people they’ve been told,

are too primitive to understand freedom,

of all things.

A yet this freedom is never defined.

Freedom.

Marching heroically into battle under the banner of this freedom.

Sounds nice unless one is provided with the advice

To investigate a mere hair´s breath

Beyond or beneath the surface

For a shred of support

That this freedom is worth anything At all,

let alone fighting for.

Liberators.

Liberating those oppressed by something that does not fit

With the views and opinions of the despot.

And when it comes to the actualization

Of Orwell’s prophesied endless war,

Well here we are.

And

if the original pretexts for conflict

Turn out to be completely

False pretenses,

something is minced up

And force fed

into the narrow

And highly toxic

Feeding troughs

That the factory farmed minds of America

are left to lap up.

without being able to catch even a whiff of

how fatal this is

They become all the more poisonous.

Unable to even allow the contemplation that,

If herding goats

Or having an abundance

Of natural resources is a crime

Then every nation will be found

Guilty.

It will only be a matter of time

Until the boots are kicking your door down

to the tune

Of some manufactured story

Only believable

When an entire population is

Given complete protection

From even the concept

Of truth.

But the party professing freedom and safety as its mission

Leave all they encounter wishing

That they could just have a quiet evening with their family that

Is now missing

Just like the evidence that was given

To spend the fortune

Though in many ways ill gotten

Taking a broad view,

of more than 6.4 trillion

On the destruction of what was once a pleasant desert destination.

If they weren’t seeking freedom before

They have been given no other choice but to seek it now.

But the freedom that they seek.

Is fully justified

And has

a body of evidence

So voluminous that it is TOP SECRET information

Kept from the eyes of an enslaved population

Under the guise that it is for the protection of some imaginary

And self proclaimed great nation.

And this is not just about the Middle East…

Africa,

Central,

and South America

Have been forced into holding

The Proverbial wrong end of the stick

Since time that has been,

Conveniently for the Moneyed few,

all but forced out of mind.

These people seek genuine freedom.

Freedom from the clawed and gnarled hands

of the greed that wishes to strip

the resources of a people

who would be able to stand up for themselves

and share in their wealth

in a way that they felt

Would benefit their peoples

instead of being forced to eat the scum off the boots of the self proclaimed liberators.

This is the freedom that they are forced to,

And so desperately seek.

By warlords so strong

That they prey on the mostly defenseless and weak.

Operation enduring freedom

To bomb, kill and destroy

Anyone and everyone

Narcissus looks like a choir boy

Compared to current corporatist agendas permeating

Into every facet

of life on earth.

propagating and Perpetuating

an infatuation

With. the annhiliation of

Any consideration for a second opinion.

An ideology

That dips

or rather stoops

So far below the worst of

Human Imagination

That desperation

Could be said equivalent

to the highest virtue

That is

Offered as consolation

For the complete and

utterly Unbridled Desecration

of anything worthy

Of being called.

the slightest of human dignity.

It is horrifying, utterly bewildering, and mortifying

that In a world that is becoming

Increasingly violent

people still believe that

Unfathomable military spending leads

to anywhere

other than Its proclaimed destination.

Threaded,stuffed, and stacked

In A bed of lies so high

That if the truth

Somehow miraculously made its way out

From under the covers

It would result in

The masses awakening from their slumber

Only to find the very same statements in the news

They once thought true

And resulted in a military

So huge that

Finding a way to stop it

Will require a coup

A revolution

And the afterlife..