We’ll Call ‘Em French Fries Again

23 July 2015

Cartoon drawings of profits splattered with blood

draining from the wrists of artists pushing the limits

tempting the reality of a world we’ve created

since the crusades

fought now by Muslim police officers

dying in the streets to protect a country

that sees no difference

sees the same faces

names sound the same

faces of Muhammad

faces of Osama

unnamed, faceless,

face it, we’re racist

about face, racing against

time is no longer

on our side of the road

dead children playing with bombs

dropped by soldiers fighting for

fighting for

soldiers know not what they’re fighting for

freedom to fight

more war after war

after years of aggression and oppression and exploitation

and this is nothing

if not new-age colonization

and the empire never dies

just travels to new kings

with new crowns

and we don’t want to be royals

flush blood diamonds

drown in crown royal

tear the queen’s gown

unraveling the planet,

thread by thread

unraveling humanity,

thread by thread

the dead

bodies pile up

soon enough

head to China

by way of new silk

road blocks don’t stop

progress must go on

climbing over the great

wal-mart shoppers

lining up to be

shots ring out in

wal-mart

made for TV

nightly

news to progressive shoppers

buy made in China

rotten apple products

progress must go on

must make reasons to expand

empire needs a

reason

no shortage of enemies

from sea to

see what we’ve done

see nightly news

headlines spreading

from DC

acoss the Atlantic

xenophobia spreading

like the plague

they get us to panic

read between the lines

outside shopping centers

to buy more

toys

made in China

tanks

and guns

and drones

made in America

and of course terrorism

is

terrible

but where did they come from

who built their bombs and guns

who built their ideology

to freedom fight communism,

who trained and funded them…?

there doesn’t have to be a good guy in this

it’s not a pissing contest

both sides can be wrong,

because we all know what violence begets…

think about it,

are men blowing themselves up

worse than an empire blowing up villages,

destroying whole peoples and cultures,

circling the planet

like insatiable vultures

flying

drones blowing up

villages destroyed

toy soldiers marching around

the world war three

is a video game

played at American Air Force bases

with joy-

sticks and stones

thrown from thousands of miles away

displayed on screens of

black and white

fighting on computer screens

sifting gold

from the sands

of history

blowing in the wind

no answers

can’t see

sand blinding me

can’t see

cartoon drawings of prophets

freedom of speech

is an Orwellian term

when cops beating up activists

has become the norm

when desert storm winds

carry sands

fill European cobblestone

streets

broken men

push falafel carts

broken wheels

wobbling round downtown

square

don’t you dare buy

into the lies

they’re only doing it

to get a rise

out of you

when you ain’t got nothing

you got nothing

Toulouse, France

cheering on militarized police

goose stepping with machine guns

through the cobblestone

streets monitored by big brother

glancing cameras everywhere

conjuring boogeymen

in Paris

scaring little old ladies with baguettes

in Marseille

and brain-washing four-twenty babies

in Lyon

with wine

bottled-up

rage misdirected

away from austerity

we’re all lambs now,

silently led astray

led to pray for pie

-in-the-sky promises

but the only promise was Orwell’s

1984 was an instruction manual

Ronnie Reagan was a novice

but these draft dodging politicians

are no joke

gone are the days

of funding covert ops

with opium and coke

now it’s real

wars funded with our future

with the blood and treasure

of Reagan

and Bush

and now Clinton babies

but gone are the 80’s

when we were born

they were only getting warmed up

and uncle Europe has studied up

and our on-again off-again friend France

has learned a thing or two from us young pups

we made the world tired

and hungry

and poor

but now its up

up

And away with

the immigrants

turn around their ships

hope they drowned

hope they,

well…we need the cheap labor here in France

so some can stay

but they’re just so scary

look like they might have Ebola

or Aids

or they’re running around

dressed like nuns,

depending where they’re from

Christ, they probably exit the womb

with Kalashnikov lullabies

getting them by

until a time

when they can kill us,

blow up a bus

or something.

Well, all the Muslims I know are nice

but I watch the news

each and every night

so I know that they wouldn’t think twice

about killing me

I can see it in their eyes

see,

I just know the newsman wouldn’t lie

just know that we would all die

if not for all of the militarized police

and all the cameras on every street

corner…

Well,

don’t say I didn’t warn you

when you’re the only one left

and the government comes to

take you away…

please

pull your head out of your

ass now

before its too late

because

what we’re looking at today

does not have to be

our fate…

please,

France

and other countries,

let’s learn from

our collective mistakes

do we have what it takes

or will we call ’em French fries again

but I guess

maybe

they have always been

and here we have

the roosting hen

because every action

has a reaction

and we’ve lost traction

and we’re losing

and keep choosing

the wrong door

and keep fighting

the wrong war

and soldiers ruined

our Eiffel Tower tour

and let’s have wine

and not war

and baguettes

and not bombs

and Brie

and not bullets

and we can have more Cognac

instead of attack

after attack

after attack

and no more French fries

and no, don’t super-size

and more lies

will never

set us

or anyone

free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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