Silver Coins

Thousands of dead civilians

don’t quite tug at your heartstrings

the way that one single

dead American journalist does

but why is that?

He’s not the first civilian killed by the crown

but usually the black gold helps wash it all down

helps us drown out our thoughts about nine-eleven

and thoughts about,

what’s that country called again?

oh yeah, Yemen,

where we’ve helped Mohammed Bin Salman dismember

far more civilians than we’d care to remember

far more than a single journalist

and it’s far more than just plain old war crimes

but maybe Uncle Sam isn’t complicit this time

so he can pretend to be a little upset

and either have an excuse to overthrow the Saudis

or just completely forget about it

and let Khalid become his brothers keeper.

Either way,

whether we wind up going to war

against the House of Saud

or just selling them more weapons

to butcher civilians in places like Yemen

while we keep turning blind eyes

as they behead their own women and men

as legal punishment,

stock prices will continue to rise

and the military industry will be just thrilled

regardless of who dies

they’ll be wearing their suits and ties

as they fly in their private jets

counting the prize money

from literally every single fight in the world tonight

and two wrongs are quite alright

with weapons manufacturers

and they all sleep soundly at night

feeling pretty good about themselves

no, they’re not weapons makers

so much as they’re job creators

keeping Americans employed

and keeping Americans deployed.

 

Whether the king and the prince

murdered Khashoggi themselves

or it was Mossad or the CIA,

someone will indeed pay

and it will be you next next tax day

as you lay your thirty pieces of silver on the table

and Uncle Sam does a quick sleight of hand

and your silver coins become bombs

and bullets

and drones

and tapped cellphones

and they become a butchers knife

and it might not be a journalist next time

but your coins are always costing

someone their life

and somebody made the knife

and somebody made the bullets

and somebody made the bombs

and that somebody made

off with your silver

and they do every single time

and not a single bullet flies

without somebody making a dime

without somebody capitalizing

on war crimes

and don’t you dare say that crime doesn’t pay

I mean, come on…

haven’t you seen the stock market today?

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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