Dave
Minton Don't
You Do It
He
looks like a tragedy waiting to happen, 15 years old in a photo studio draped
in an American flag his parents both goody-two-shoes straights even though
one of them is my nephew I thought he'd know better having my good sister
as his mother He
looks just like the type to volunteer for Iraq because he wants to defend the
(outmoded) American way of the 20th century the last of which he was born
into damn you Ronald Reagan damn you George H W Bush I damn you George
W Bush II you motherfuckers of priviledge who know nothing about life who
hate the live and let live and know nothing of the politics except partisan-kill
the Bill Clinton & FDR Democrats in the media & in your fucked up economic
policies designed to circumvent & undermine our very nearly flawless
& very workable Constitution and
my nephew's son who will volunteer enlist go to fight for American bases
in the middle East to control the oil America's continuning fight to put pincers
around the cold war Soviet Union which no longer exists except in the imagination
of people who want it back so they can make lifetime careers fighting it with
other people's dead bodies the Henry Kissinger doctrine which is: create
bigger conflict where conflict already exists and keep it going so American
contractors can continue to make profits making products that destroy themselves
and have to be remade like bombs tanks artillery war planes shells bullets guns soldiers missiles and
products like field hospitals mess tents the
other day I read an innocent little news article about how suicides among soliders
in Iraq are 'down from last year' & this was attributed to various factors
including 'air conditioning' fuck
it man you had better not kill my nephew's son you have done enough harm
to him already his thinking is not right I can see it I know it and
I ain't no self-proclaimed psychic but I know what I know You
had better not kill my nephew's son Don't
you do it Don't you do it though
I know these words fall on deaf ears except for my preaching to the choir and
next thing I know you'll be having me in court trumping this up as some kind
of threat poetry poetry but don't you kill my nephew's son don't you
do it don't you do it or you're no better than a Muslim suicide bomber though
you don't care about the finer points of rational logic I know it I can
see it and it's almost a hope on that count that these words fall on deaf
ears except for I'm counting on the choir to echo this loud &
clear loud & clear don't
you kill my nephew's son don't you do it -David
Minton Lakeland, FL 7/22/005 10PM EDT
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