A Killer’s Pride

                                         “While them that defend what they cannot see
                                        with a killer’s pride, security....”
                                                                          -Bob Dylan,
                                                                            It’s Alright Ma (I’m
                                                                            Only Bleeding)
 
I

                 Here come the swoolen proud-
                                                                 -flag waving,
                 haughty-
                               -with badges of patriotism
                                                                      pinned to the chest.
                 Loudspeaker mouths
                                                 blare out                         louder
                                                              patriotic marches         than the human
                 ear can endure:
                                       “A real live relation  Sam,
                                                                              to my uncle
                 Born on the fourth
                                             of July.”
                 Colorblind.
                                                       and blue;
                                        red, white              suspicious even
                 Perceiving only                                                    of the red.
                                                                               Hearing aids which
                                                            register only
                                                                                  a patriotic fervor.
                 Heavy-footed,
                                       stomping out the vintages
                 where the grapes of wrathe
                                                         are stores.
                                                                           Such wine
                                                        dissolves all
                                                                           worldly ties,
                                        setting brother
                 against brother.
 

                                                                            He
                                                                                  is the vigilant protector,
                 bringing war
                                     to distant lands
                                                            that we might
                                              not suffer his
                     oppressive presence
                 here
                        at home.

He
attempts
to break the
spirit of the world,
taming it and training
it to wear a leash that we
might lead it about as suits our
desires, teaching it tricks and commands.
Teaching it                                                   self-interest.
that we                                           its own
are the master,            above even
to be placed
II

                 My brother is lost.
                                   A snake-tongue’d man entranced him
                 into signing up
                                   and joining in a war in a backward land
                 who’s primitives
                                   (so said the charming snake-tongue’d man)
                 presented a threat
                                   to our homeland and our way of life.
                 My brother was lost
                                   fighting for and against the words of snake-tongue’d men who
                 have no country.
                                   Fighting for free enterprise against strangers in a strange land,
                                                                                           my brother was lost.
                                   Now the snake-tongue’d man exhorts me to
                                                                                           find my brother
                                   and finish his job, least his life be wasted.
                                                                                           I love my brother
                                   dearly and, though a life can only be wasted by the one
                                                                                           possessing it,
                                   I swear vengeance on those responsible for
                                                                                           my brother’s loss.
                                   The snake-tongue’d men hide behind flags
                                                                                           and snicher,
                                   licking their thin lips at the future scent
                                                                                           of carnage,
                                   pointing to the strangers, saying: “They took your brothers, seek
                                                                                           redress from them.”
 

                 Let’s gird ourselves in ignorance,
                                                    traveling the narrow path of obedience.
                 For the homeland we love so dear,
                                                    we go to kill the stranger.
 

III

                 They wear the badge
                 of patriotism
                                                                                                    over the heart.
                                                                                                            of greed.
                 Selfish of their own
                 possessions,
                                                                                                          greedy of
                                                                                                          another’s.

And damn the man who dares
say all is one.

 

                 Why cheapen a miracle by claiming possession?
                                       says the extended chest,
                 “This is mine,”                                    “and I’ll kill whoever denies it.”
                                        says the clenched fist,
                 Kings and statesmen give him a pat on the back
                                                                              and an M-16,
                 applauding
                 the true citizen, who supports their government.
 

                 Without patriotism
                 and the justification of war,
                                                    how would our young men satisfy
                                                                              their blood lust?
                 Might they become honest
                                                         psychopathic murderers
                                                                and policemen?
                 Without patriotism
                 there would be no free world for Standard Oil.

 
                 They extol it as a virtue,
                                                  saying:
                 ‘I am better’                  is preferable to                 ‘all is good.’
 

IV

                 I pledge allegiance to the earth
                             and to the sky around me,
                 and to my family and my friends,
                             and all who treat me likewise.
                 One world
                                              undivided
                 with liberty and justice for all.
 

                 This is my pledge,
                                            the only just allegiance.
 

V

 
                 Freedom
                               is the name of the land
                 where I choose to reside.
                 Freedom
                               is my birthright,
                 inherited from a continent who’s soul is
                                                                            freedom.
 

                 It is the soul of his homeland
                 which gives the true patriot
                 his power.  His defense
                 cannot be overcome.  But,
                 should he carry his pride
                 to distant lands, his power wanes
                 away from home unless the whole
                 world calls him forth.
 

                                                        The true patriot is not
                                                        a soldier or a conqueror,
                                                        he is a hermit in
                                                        the mountains and
                                                        an honest farmer.
 
 

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