THIS IS NOT A DRILL

EMERGENCY ALERT

BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO HAWAII.

SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

That is the message that I would have received

this past Saturday

at just past 8 o’clock in the morning

if I had a phone,

which I don’t,

but even if I did have a phone

and received the alert

I would have ignored it

and continued to work in the garden.

 

No, THIS IS NOT A DRILL

this is not practice,

this is it…

this is the only life we get

so it’s best we don’t waste it,

even 38 minutes of it,

in fear…

in fear…

in fear.

Maybe it was just an accident

or maybe Uncle Sam is just gauging our reaction

but either way, if a missile really were fired at Hawaii today,

it certainly wouldn’t be directed at the Hawaiians.

The North Koreans don’t have a problem with Hawaiians,

just like the Japanese didn’t have a problem with the Hawaiians.

It would be directed at Hawaii

because Oahu is basically one giant military base.

They view Hawaii as a military target

and if you look at a map of Oahu, you would see why.

Not that it makes it right, of course.

Violence only ever begets violence,

the Japanese certainly learned that lesson

the first time,

and the last time

nuclear weapons were used.

 

I think about the people of Hiroshima

and the people of Nagasaki

who were tending to their gardens

right up until their last breath.

If I die because of the jingoist nature

of the American government,

if the Koreans send a missile

to the middle of the Pacific ocean

and they miss Oahu

and hit Molokai,

I certainly hope that I am in the garden,

and I certainly hope that I don’t have any warning

because all that a fallout shelter would do,

all that ducking and covering would do,

is keep us following orders,

keep us falling in line,

keep us in fear

right up until our last breath.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

this is it

so lets not waste one second of it

fearing the inevitable,

death.

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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