Come Join the Islamic State

They sat with you for years. You gave no
Thought to all the things they saw: the lies,
The mealy-mouthed evasions. Everything
Which everyone in your debased, decrepit
World said was said to line their pockets.
That's just how one gets ahead. You kiss
Up to your boss, and kick whoever's underneath
You to a bloody pulp, and then move on.
There's no such thing as greater good, and,
Thus, no reason to sit up and leave your chair
To pledge your life. Let that be some
Sucker's job, but now you see that they're
The suckers, having slipped off while you
Slept to take up arms in Syria because
They think they've seen the truth. They're
Sure they're finished with evasions. Heads
Will roll. That's sort of sad, but certainty
Exacts its costs, and, anyway, a head or two,
Unsteady, rolling on the streets outside of
Latakia or Aleppo is a price worth paying
To obtain the greater good.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-01 at 03:29

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