Welcome, Islamic State
The end arrived as we were sayingHow we wouldn't mind an end.
The seminar had gotten long.
The faces all around the table
Seemed like those of helpless
Grubs, all pale and bloated,
Always fed and praised, in
Front of ruined heads. Each
Had watched too much TV,
Had learned to filter every
Word it heard for cant, for
Subtle signs of something
Being advertised, aware that
Something always was, and,
Thus, profoundly disillusioned.
Founding fathers mounted
Slaves. The wars of liberation
Were for business profits,
Nothing more, and, when nobody
Else can see them, guarantors
Of human rights are torturers
As well. We'd lost our faith in
Everything, and, on the day
The faithful came, in filth and
Violence, hacking necks, we saw
No reason we should fight,
And didn't mind the end.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-02-27 at 02:00
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