Pietà
Do we faintly hear the wail of women
over shrouds of sons and daughters?
She fed them just a bit ago
now they’re gone
taken by an errant bomb.
When she gonna rid herself
of all that baby weight?
Did you see her wow ‘em just last year
at that super fabulous Paris premier
with that dress slit up to there?
Do we faintly hear the wail of women
over shrouds of sons and daughters?
Couldn’t feed them; drought to blame
losers in the hunger game.
Did you see who won on Dancin’?
I can’t believe they were voted off!
Who is Taylor now romancin’?
How much for a pic of Blue?
How much?
Do we faintly hear the wail of women
over shrouds of sons and daughters?
Holding her blinded little boy
“fog of war” in “line of fire”
collateral damage on a Reuter’s wire.
She’s become such a style icon
combining that flirty mini-dress
with a form hugging blue blazer
perfect Spring shoes and bag
I love her new hair color.
Do we faintly hear the wail of women
over shrouds of sons and daughters?
Raped and murdered in the camps
while Western girls get bikini waxed
ready for Summer?
The Empire of the Deaf and Blind
pursuing the banal
all knowing Oz behind the curtain
trumpeting to the vacuous
how we are exceptional.
The drowning of the little boy
should haunt us to the end of days;
tearless the enemies of peace
Oh Lord, bring forth a cleansing flood of tears.
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toritto 
Oh man, you so clarify the corrupt nature of American popular appetites. You show us how shallow our culture has become.
Dead babies pay the price.
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“The Empire of the Deaf and Blind
pursuing the banal
all knowing Oz behind the curtain
trumpeting to the vacuous
how we are exceptional.
The drowning of the little boy
should haunt us to the end of days;
tearless the enemies of peace
Oh Lord, bring forth a cleansing flood of tears.”
“The empire of the deaf and blind pursuing the banal all knowing OZ…”
A one stanza expose on Merica and its self-actualized society!
I almost commented on the last post with this child’s photo. But what words do I have for this photo, this tragedy?
Such a sweet little guy. If there is a god, maybe he/she/it took pity on this child and took him away to a better place?
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“The Empire of the Deaf and Blind
pursuing the banal
all knowing Oz behind the curtain
trumpeting to the vacuous
how we are exceptional.”
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Spot-on, Frank. As it usually is.
Best wishes, Pete.
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