above the rustling of the leaves

and the clucking of the chickens

and the singing of the birds

and the crashing of the waves

and the barking of the dogs

and the meowing of the cats

and the neighing of the horse

and bleating of the sheep

and goats

and above the rest

of the natural world

is the awful sound

of those goddamn helicopters

buzzing above an otherwise peaceful place

on an otherwise peaceful day

as they train to destroy

an otherwise peaceful place

and they train to slaughter

an otherwise peaceful people.


The question we have to ask ourselves is:

who plays for their fuel?

Better yet, who paid for the helicopter?


Since we have the receipts.

why can’t we make

all this goddamn noise

and all this goddamn killing



When you start training

to drop medicine

and food

instead of bullets

and bombs

then you can pollute

the space between us

and the stars

with such noise

and such violence.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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