which may give you a better sense of what I'm looking for here at FCAC.
War Whips it Out in Public
In the night a war steps in the room,
a toadying lickspittle war with bad teeth,
a savior complex and spindly reddish hair.
In the distance a mosque looms big as the sky.
The war decides to bomb the shit out
of it and the phrase collateral damage
comes out and vexes. The tone is off,
war is a fucking crook, everyone
knows it as soon as it steps in the room
all Visigoth and thunderhead,
the poor mosque doesn't know what
to do and shits itself in a panic shedding
dome and minarets and brick and glass
all over the grounds. But war doesn't
care it just smithereens the walls down
and calls it fghting for love & peace.
Orwell smirks in his grave and rolls over,
presents his ass for war to kiss but old
war groans out another bomb in Yemen
and children incinerate in the maelstrom.
What does war want anyway? More war!
What do we want? Nobody can agree!
War goes on just fucking us over,
like so many lice in the infested,
over and over and over again: Yemen
Iraq Afghanistan just off the top.
When war walks into the room and grabs
its crotch no one knows what to do,
we all sit and stare like idiots as it
makes us talk dumb and slicks its hair
back with a wet comb and sneers.
