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April 22, 2003

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April 21, 2003

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April 19, 2003

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April 18, 2003

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April 26, 2003

Santorum's Quorum

by MATT SIMON

There once was a man named Santorum.
All acts of gay sex, he'd deplore 'em.
No poofter was he;
His dog was a she,
And she hid during each call for quorum.

Matt Simon can be reached at: lausim@erols.com

 

With My Boys In Iraq: There Are These Nights

by SAM HAMOD

And there are these nights, when
We question, when it is
Clear,
actually,
no need for questions,
Not a paradox, just
That we know
This war we came to,
this war in Iraq,
Was planned, not
Decided upon, not based
On any good reason, but the
plan from years earlier, a
Death instinct of a few
Frustrated men, who wanted their
Moment of glory, who sat
In Washington, in their 3 button
Suits, then sent out
3 star generals,
sargeants and privates
who barely knew how to write
and sailors who only knew
what little they were told
and marines who thought they
were going in to
liberate
some ignorant, third world,
illiterate, tortured and un-
intelligent
Iraqis- some
camel jockeys, rag
heads, stupid, not God
fearing Muslims, cousins
to Bin Laden, people
who hated us,
But after they killed
A couple
Thousand
Of these camel jockeys, these
Rag heads, these Mohammadan
Sinners, as their commanders
Called them,
And saw the little girl
her tiny lifeless fingers
Still held that little cotton baby,
The mother, her black
dress ripped, blooded
her body
Covering her
Son, and what must have been the father
Whose head was on the other side
Of his body, his legs
Gone-they
Knew something,
they knew
Something
someting was wrong, when
They saw the old guy, the old
Man, kiss his cross and ask
For God to help him, they
Realized, him and the other one
kneeling down, crying and praying,
who kept asking
For Allah to help them, that
They were not
sinners, but who were they
then the doubt
began, began,
Started creeping
when they saw
the walls of
books
the tapestries
like they'd seen
in museums, in
house
after house, and
glasses
dishes forks and knives still on the tables,
photos
spread, some burned
across the floors,
the dolls on the floor,
the cat mewing, frightened,
wild,
feelings began
to creep in,
Into their
Hearts, maybe
These weren't
Simply rag heads, maybe
They weren't
Camel jockeys, shit, they hadn't even seen
a camel maybe
They weren't just
ignorant haters, maybe
These were
Just
Plain
People,
maybe
Just like
Their mothers,
Their baby
Sisters, and
Fathers who'd give up
Their lives for their
Sons and daughters,
Like this old man
Had done,
Suddenly,
They looked
At began looking at Bush in a
New way, some started
to look at their commanders,
men they'd believed in,
the doubt made them look
At their commanders
In a new way
And then some of them, their hearts
Began
To ache, wanted to get
outside, in the
open air, to get
Home, to get out
Of here, not to
Pick up any more
Legs, arms, heads, cluster bomb killings,
"Collateral damage" the sargeant said,
But they knew
The difference, these
Were body, human
Parts, these were
Not simply damaged
Goods, not simply
Collateral
Damage, these were their
Mothers, their
Sisters, their
Fathers in those
Black, plastic, unemotional, Marine
Issue, black
Body bags, realizing, these were
humans, torn up,
Throwing them into
Those holes, throwing
People into
Those holes,

suddenly
the heat and desert dust
the nights of
sleeping
out in the cold desert
on top the Hummer, on
top of their
Abrams,
none of it
made sense,
before they
came, it was
very clear, they
knew how to cleanly
kill, how to win,
how they were going
to go in,
fast. the commanders
kept saying, "Shock and Awe,"
"they'll give up, they'll run,
clean kill, nobody dies, over in 24 hours,
nobody dies,"
Suddenly,
when the sergeant
Said, "Forget about it"
They said,
"Yes, sir" and then
realized, then
looked down, yes sir
they'd say, and then they'd
remember, they'd
never,
never,
forget about it
never

Sam Hamod is a poet who has served in two wars, was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry, has published 10 books of poems, his last the winner of the Ethnic Heritage Prize for Poetry, taught at The Writers Workshop of The U. of Iowa, Princeton, Michigan, Howard and edited THIRD WORLD NEWS in Washington, DC. He can be reached at: shamod@cox.net

 

More Than Twice Upon a Time

By HAMMOND GUTHRIE

In the everyhere and there of now
a bearded horned figure may appear
resembling the Celtic stag Cernnunnus
or an idol named Baphomet

Old Mohammedan and Sufi spied
a Dead Sea rumored tale:

Of Templars scything blades aside
the frantic Moslem assassins trance
hermetism unbound upon the warrior path
depicting an absolute symbolic form

Pestilent redolence of warren life
as dreams envision martyr's blood
these foreign lands covertly do surround
our walkabout--and sniff about
the trapped-back door to Paradise

Gargoyles thick as Baphomet or Cernnunnus
guard the portal fears of imagination
with weaponry that fires itself upon itself
laid low against this newly charred horizon

Hammond Guthrie is the author of AsEverWas: Memoirs of a Beat Survivor. He can be reached at: writenow@spiritone.com

(C) 2003 Hammond Guthrie

Seig Howdy

by STEW ALBERT

Fascism,
not just mad Marxist-Lenninist scientists
using the name in fear and loathing.

Ordinary liberals and libertarians
looking over their shoulders
and nervously describing secret courts and prisons and torturous no
Constitution terms of confinement.
Of a punishing bullying government
and propaganda media thugs scandalizing
even the mildest critics in Bush Town.

Of fixed and future elections
and billion dollar brain washing extravaganzas
once called political campaigns.

How the conquest of Iraq
signals an ultra right wing conquest
of America.
Powell shuffles or is purged.
along with
all those Gay gun control Dixie Chick pro abortion Republicans.

Every one always knew it could happen here.
Not by violence
but by money
and the manipulation of minds.

Emperor George has one last task
before he's untouchable.
Convince millions of Americans
that the economy tanked in the toilet
because liberals opposed
giving billionaires
every one's spare change.

He sells that one
and the goose step
becomes compulsory morning exercise.

Stew Albert runs the Yippie Reading Room. He can be reached at: stewa@aol.com




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Anthony Gancarski
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Chris Floyd
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Marjorie Cohn
Tax the War Profiteers

William Lind
The Fourth Generation of Modern War

Dave Marsh
Nina Simone: Freedom Singer

Binoy Kampmark
Malayasia's America: the War on Iraq

David Vest
Who's Looting Whom?

Standard Shaefer
Super Imperialism: an Interview with Michael Hudson

Andrew Rodman
Lawn Poem

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