Dead Muslims

They'll sell you what you want to hear. They'll sell
You what they're paid to sell, a sordid stew of
Jingoism, we're the greatest, coupled with some
Movie fantasies which prove that's true. The bad
Guys come in waves, but our small knot of Yankee
Killers kills them all, and then goes on to subjugate
Some lesser race. The credits run when white's
Been proven right, when Christianity has triumphed
Over Islam, and the oil flows, and Jewish superheroes
Come to save the day. One hears the mothers sob,
Of course, but we've learned long ago that Muslim
Lives are not worth anything. Those Jews are like us,
Rife with virtue. Every out-of-focus face which turns up
On the drives our drones have filmed is dark,
And, thus, expendable. Your coins in the collection
Plate will save your soul, and, as they do, they'll
Finance videos of soldiers shooting first, and isn't
That exactly what we've wanted them to do?

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-08 at 02:38

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, 'sordid stew'. We like this.

Dripping with truth. Well done.