- For the Kiddies Gunned Down -
My God! Can we be dumb at times!
But that’s OK, that’s to be expected,
With our four percent of sociopaths
And their elite of psychopaths
And their other devotees.
That’s OK, that’s to be expected
From a population half of which
Limbos below the low bar of “average” intellect
And the other half does not much better.
But it stops being so,
When we start gunning down the kiddies,
Our own and those of other mothers
And we don’t freeze, horrified.
But puff up with pompous jargon
Of fundamental rights and national security
And spread really stupid excuses
To go on killing kiddies, here and there.
After having huffed seventy years of leaded gas
Thanks to GM of Interurban-wrecking fame.
Enough brain toxin for WW2 and those to follow
And the strategic idiocies put up with since.
We’ve become idol-worshippers
First of all, of TV’s blind eye,
Then, this new hysteria nestled solid in our hands
Sliding, locking, potent: it’s fit for profane worship.
Stroking the perfect curve of semi-auto handles
Swiping smooth plastic cards to acquire some more
As if anyone, even Rambo,
Could grasp more than one to survive and die by.
Snap up hundred-round magazines
And boxes of bullets golden-shiny and new
Hoard them in Hollywood movie display rooms,
Or some armored closet cold, dark and dry.
When and if the shit hits the fan,
Who do you think will get taken down first, you idiot?
By the worst of the worst, finally set loose to hunt,
Who will gladly suck up your weapons cache?
And who was it you intended to cut down
With your dozen dick prosthesis, long and short?
Was it the bad guys gunning down innocent victims?
Or your own victims handpicked?
Did you dream of becoming a flame-fisted hero
Front and center between the innocents and their fate
At the hands of some up-gunned monster
That yours will gun down bleeding?
Or you, envious of that monster’s daring,
In your heart of hearts,
Dreaming how you could be so cruel
Just as merciless to yourself and to others?
Absolutely free, strapped-in to kamikaze liberty
Beyond rules, beyond sentiment, beyond good and evil
Well beyond your own cheesy life,
And the pathos of your carnage worship.
From the trivial to the sublime
The same death wish has taken hold of you
Your ultimate passion only obtainable from Viagra
No virility left in you except in another’s liquidation.
Godlike, like some damned fool
Or quite childlike, at the opposite extreme,
Up the Mishishitty without a paddle.
Or clutching the wrong end to your breast.
Management fit for nothing
But Third-World misery
Unsuited to manage anything other
Than Third-World-style decay.
Could you, in your department of nested bureaus,
Summon up your worst nightmare
To multiply under CENTCOM’s lash
And finally reach out and devour you?
Demon-like, a half-sentient Death Bird
Casts its silent shadow over our enemies
Double taps their weddings,
Their funerals and their last quiet supper.
Dragon’s teeth sown to downrange winds
Up and down continents and lands,
Ten new enemies sworn to ruin us,
For every one our explosives debone and fry.
And we fancy ourselves master Assassins
We issue no boasts, no threats
Just death and the survivors’ wails
Delivered to any doorstep on Earth.
Even though, after all these steps have been taken
Down these dark and winding paths,
Their twilight dead-end will reveal
That all we held dear is gone.
In any case, the results will be the same
The kiddies will get gunned down in our name
And our turn will come next, sure thing
For such a sin cannot go unanswered.
- Pour les gosses abattus -
Mon Dieu! Qu’on peut être con, des fois !
Mais bombons du jargon pompeux
De droits fondamentaux et de sécurité nationale
Et disséminons de vraies sottises
Pour persister à abattre des gosses, ci et là.
inhalé soixante-dix ans d'essence plombée
Autrement une armoire blindée, sombre, sec et froid.
Quand advient l’hécatombe, si elle advienne,
Qui penses-tu sera le premier abattu, crétin ?
Par les pires des pires enfin lâchés à l’affût,
ingurgiteront ta cache d’armes avec enjouement ?
Que les tiennes abattront
tout en sang ?
Te briguant d’une
De la gérance bonne pour
A se multiplier
sous le fouet de CENTCOM
Le long et
large de continents et paysages,