Monday, April 2, 2007

April is National Poetry Month

(I read something again about the Iraq “surge” in the news today.)

Songs of Sirens

why is war considered worse
when written in uneven verse;
a body here a bomb blast there
a government that just won't care.

but raise the gauntlet and the surge
the soldiers' lives are theirs to purge.
and in the twinkling of an eye
a mother's son has said 'goodbye.'

and no one hears the mournful sound
of children crying all around
the blasts from freedom fighters lie
of war where lost souls go to die.

in two more years when this hell freezes
we'll still believe in the Chocolate Jesus
that those thugs in that icy grey White House
are surged and purged of every louse.

one million stars could right the wrongs
of weasels and their numbered throngs;
a handshake and great hope ignited
words and deeds at last delighted...

yet for so many more to come
this once great nation now is dumb
and deaf to hearing its environs
beckoned by the songs of sirens.


Jersey Cynic said...

now that's a poem I can understand. (sadly)


Is April really national poetry month?

Does it have anything do with Eliot -- "April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."

I'm still trying to plow through The Waste Land. Liz just put up a post about it. Yikes!!

WTF is wrong with people?

Keep the humor 2truthy -- it's all we got. It's the only thing that keeps this "fragmented" mind of mine from imploding.

Shantih, shantih, shantih

2Truthy said...


Eliot got that right! April IS the cruellest month--not really hot or cold,but windy, rainy but worse, it can't make up its mind. I hate that... I'll have to check out The Waste Land.

Here's today's riff on the evil-doer, another George:

"I think that I shall never see
a Bigger Thug than that is me:)" -George W. Bush

Anonymous said...

This is beautiful.