Re: [ZESTPoets] Remembering september 11

Tue, 29 Nov 2005 00:20:53 -0800

I wrote this poem recently after watching Bush stagger through his short little sentences all saying, over and over, terrorism; I thought, how paranoid he sounds and began wondering why it is that all American governments have this attitude of we gotta get them before they get us!
This is my theory of the American nightmare.
It follows a chronological timeline.
 
Paranoia
  
Walk carefully, be vigilant,
There may be Indians in these woods.
Put wagons in a circle, light fires,
Set dogs to bark at strangers.
If Indians come, kill them.
We live in dangerous days,
And enemies surround us.
 
There may be communists in our midst.
Walk carefully, be vigilant,
Build bigger bombs. Our armies
Go forth like avenging angels
To rescue others from dangers
Only we can perceive.
We live in dangerous days.
 
Because we cannot tell the difference
Between the enemy
And the shadows of our fear,
We must walk carefully
And be vigilant. New terrors grow.
Each Muslim may be a terrorist.
We cannot distinguish between the enemy
And our imagined fears, so our armies
Go forth like avenging angels
To bring democracy and freedom
To those that do not always want it.
Our armies go forth, and destroy
What was whole and functional.
Our armies go forth, and create terror.
 
Walk carefully, be vigilant,
There may be terrorists
in those broken cities
Building bombs to kill us:
They may be plotting
To fly our planes into our buildings
And bring them down. Be vigilant.
We live in dangerous days.
The enemy is all around us,
And we have created him.
 
Jane Bhandari


vidya anjali <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
Remembering September 11
 
The day began as usual
And the urban being awoke
Nobody ever thought that life
Would soon be rubble and smoke.
 
Television clippings flashed
Suicide bombers zoom past
The sky, in loaded planes,
And hitting the Centre of American pride…
 
The American dream crumbled to pieces
And Life became fear,
Panic set in as people
Realized that the truth was up their rear.
 
The hurt Ego sought revenge
Ignoring several warnings
The means were easily justified
Though it was hard to get them believing…
 
The cause of Democracy, a bad joke,
Was cracked soon after
Liberty, Equality and Fraternity failed
To evoke sufficient laughter…   
 
This war will never come to a close
So long as this world runs on POWER-
Where Survival strategies depend upon means-
MONEY, MUSCLE AND NUCLEAR…
 
 
this was an old poem written and forgotten and now recollected from memory here... so, it appears a bit clumsy. a few lines.. however i thought it would be worth sharing with the ZESTpoets.  

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