Freedom

Is the freedom of

Not being attached

To the worn-out cliche

That freedom isn’t free




That somehow ………..

In order to be “free”

Bipedal earthling artists

Have to go murder* other

Bipedal earthling artists

Dressing up as mercenaries

With cute camouflage clothing

Playing with penis extentions

For any particular government

On behalf of criminal corporations

To acquire cheap resources

For an even heftier profit**

While sons and daughters

“Serve” their country

Mostly sons because

The daughters will be spared

“So they can have more live babies

Raising them to be dead soldiers” – GC

Under the guise of patriotism

Defending what?, they do not have.

Certainly not freedom from the

Night terrors from the nightmares

Of the visions and images on the

Faces and dead bodies of the

Bipedal earthling artists

Their government said they “had” to kill

Perpetuated in perpetuity through

Sales of beds, sheets, grills, and guns

Making sure blanket thanks are given

For those who served just because

They are wearing a baseball cap

Or fatigues not yet thrown away to

Get special parking and an extra 10% off




*
Yes, murder……

Not kill, eliminate, neutralize, take out, wipe out, destroy
Slaughter, massacre, exterminate, annihilate, assassinate
Butcher, slay, waste, obliterate, abort, and, extirpate

**

“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service, and during that period, I spent most of my time as a high-class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.

I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in.

I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902-1912.

I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American Sugar Interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927, I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested.

Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.”

Smedley D. Butler, 
“War is a Racket”:

The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier



“I am just an aging drummer boy
And in the wars, I used to play
And I’ve called a tune
To many, a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I’m fading away
Father, please hear my confession

I have legalized robbery
Called it belief
I have run with the money
I have hid like a thief
Re-written history
With my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books

//

Oh, Father, please help me
For I have done wrong
The man’s too big
The man’s too strong. “

“The Man’s Too Strong”

– Dire Straights


“Military cemeteries around the world are packed with brainwashed dead soldiers who were convinced God was on their side. America prays for God to destroy our enemies. Our enemies pray for God to destroy us. Somebody’s gonna be disappointed! Somebody’s wasting their time! Could it be.. everyone?”

– George Carlin (GC)



Perhaps if the collective honored

The best teachers and philosophers

There would be more intelligent thinkers

To figure out how not to kill each other

Plus, reduce mindless consumption

Taking care of the same spaceship

We are all riding on through the cosmos




“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”


– Angelo Devlin