by Mac McKinney
Hey, hey, Obama baby,
how many Afghans did you bomb today?
The clowns in Oslo have blessed your forays,
the murderous drones, the high-tech missiles
eviscerating families, mothers and daughters.
Welcome to Henry Kissinger's Faux Fraternity,
that includes the likes of Shimon Peres,
or Theodore Roosevelt of San Juan Hill,
while shunning peacemakers like Mahatma Ghandi,
or Dorothy Day, even Pope John Paul.
How many children did you murder today,
in the basins or mountains of Pak-Afghanistan
for the sake of hatred and collective paranoia?
Oslo Norway, the ghost of Orwell's new name
for the capital of Oceania, Airstrip One,
where War is Peace and Torture is Love
in the sophists' new language of semantic
butchery, fit for the cattle and sheep
of the Matrix.
Hey, hey, Obama baby!
How many humans will you rendition today
in the name of Love for the Inquisition
still shattering beings for Your War of Terror
against the scapegoats of the War Machine?
Pax Americana, Pax Americana!
Abandon all Hope, Ye that Enter!
