War Screams

Where is our Dionysus in this day
of the machine’s scream,
conquest dream of bullets and bombs
storming for oils blood money, earth is tapped
in this newest siege, one of many, in a stream of fury
and the streams they say are rising-three of them
as they flow out of the arctic,
but they don’t know why
won’t say why, it is inconclusive
the fact that the world is warming, weather is changing
needs more study they say
even though all the signs are clear as to why
they don’t want you to know
of the power play shifting behind the façade
a puppeteer is pulling dummie’s strings,
as the special interest hegemony
of overly zealous corporate powered
righteous, right winged, christian cocked suckers
lock and load the war machine
unleashes a whoring scream
and as we poise on the brink of another bruising,
as the grave flowers bloom
I am hoping, surely,
some transformation is at hand.

War Screams

Drew Trotter

Murray, United States

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I wrote this poem in the days before the Iraq war started as the country was debating the issue of global warming. Although I don’t typically write political poems, and this is a rant of a poem, I find it still speaks to my youthful zeal and abhorance of blind drive.

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