Turkey vulture Congress with its warrior devices doesn't understand negotiation and diplomatic relationships. They only know military devastation of Earth and its people, what the present administration inherited, the winds of all-out war now being weaned off with communication.
Dear Ones,
Here's my poem published in NEWPEOPLE, published by Pittsburgh' Peace and Justice Newspaper in 2004:
Oh, how I sighed the day Peter Sellers died,
Hilarious wit went out the door, left without a belly-laugh roar,
Then with an explosive shot in the dark, a new pink panther made its mark.
Fumbling, stumbling, bumbling along, the Iraq-attacker was without a song.
Not funny nor legal, not walking the talk, he needs for his mentor Mr. Peter Faulk.
Like Inspector Clouseau without a clue, for human crimes people sue.
Cowards are playing Baghdad-Bob-sharades, running away from protesters' parades.
Arrogantly and piously for oil intentions, wage torturous wars of their own inventions.
Illegally savagely, in a false name of good, our world imbued in a seething mood.
Bombing humans, animals and cities they do, to kill bad apples in a stew.
They read not and mouth "God bless America"–a hidden device,
Bad apples unaware–the root meaning of "bless"–is blood sacrifice.
Mame,
heleenesmith1.blog spot.com
