the 13 year war

         
         
the dust of that day makes it hard to breath              
lungs still choking on severed digits and bits              
of bone, steel shards and office phones              
             
in a jet fuel swan song inferno, flame bodies              
leapt to splattered blood goodbyes                
             
 a billion eyes  wept at the 72 virgins opium high lies and the                
thousand and one nights of reward promised to the jihad snakes              
that slithered from the tora bora caves into the cockpits of those planes              
             
the mind murderer of this death to mickey mouse parade              
we found hiding  behind his child brides and put a bullet aside his eyes              
snapped a photo for the trophy wall of the world to prove the kill and                
slipped his body  for chum to the tiger sharks of the pacific  but              
there are not enough sharks in the world to fill our tanker size lust for blood              
 to fill our eye for an eye black gold guzzling bellies with hoorah revenge              
             
 our special op knights still prey for martyrs to kiss  with a rat a tat tat hailstorm of boots and bullet lips              
the exorcisms of these templars piss out  after drowning a bottom of the barrel binge              
the metallic-blood confessions of their helmets scar-charred with burned regrets              
 concussed-wracked brains fight the monsters they put under the bed  those black nights              
when roaring down kicking doors, the green infra heat bodies of bomb makers              
they lusted to fuck with bullet seduced the frame, the muzzle flash, the screams, the blood of the lamb              
three pregnant wives hung on the cross, the wrong  door, what they call  the collaterally damage of war          
 bellies with babies  filled with bullets  we paid for by men we trained like dogs to strike on the order kill          
 given by the man of medals for the nobel cause of peace we elected to lead us away from carnage              
             
the drunken humpty dumpty's of history teeter on the white-washed rope of victory              
marrow-tinted from  the sucked bones of the dead, all heroes  fall off                
their fractured shell souls no kings can decree together again  for              
the fervor of a million ali baba men dressed in the black sacrifice of a bomb-belt  burqas              
blast  the mourners and healers to death with the rest  and              
uncle sam's fire-sale of bombs  will blow  off the  limbs of  bedouin  children              
(this is war boys , but a herd of we're so sorry we killed all your children goats will be delivered)              
whose milk will feed the surviving hate-fate feud- born terrorist babes              
blooming now like  IED-flowers from the gun barrel brain stalks of missile that grow              
like christmas trees on the military industrial farms of the american dream and              
deliver wondrous packages of death to all the good boys and girls of the world