for my brothers

tenaciousg

got orders from the man
life interrupted
shotgun weddings
going away parties
goodbyes

no word from you
waiting by the phone
watch cnn
another casualty
I hope it wasnt you

its been so many months
an occasional letter
mortar fire on your birthday
weekend-warrior my ass
I miss you

is it almost over?
truck hit a land mine
sitting here helpless
not knowing
are you ok?
I think about you every day

send my brothers home
send my brothers home
please,
send my brothers home

tenaciousA

nice

setaside2

motherfucker thinks our boys' lives are expendable. Let's see him at the front lines like the imperial leaders of yore, the ones that mattered.

All good leaders march first and retreat last. There ain't no bunker and no fly zone for those boys.

motherfucker thinks other people's lives are expendable. How many should die for the one. The order to kill on basis of two is a sin, an unethical 1.

Send them home. You cannot protect your borders when you are on the other side of the world. You cannot save your money when you are paying other countries to follow suit. It is a poor example to the homeless of this nation that you are putting other humans in this world into the same position.

It is a blow to the war on drugs the fact you are on prescriptions or that you take Tylenol for your headaches.

Motherfucker thinks it cool to steal oil under the guise of the oval house, and give it to his friends so they may buy yet another jag.

Motherfucker needs to realize that this country is the people who voted not those who were voted in. That those who voted in this country did not vote for him, in the majority, and that stealing an office is not the same thing as earning one.

Send the boys home. Set up the perimeter and wait for that attack that shall probably never come.

Send the boys home so that those who did vote for you may have their confidence returned with the flights that bring their loved ones home.

And then you, motherfucker, you can step right on down off that intellectual booster seat they have been trying to tie your ineffectual little mind to, and ride that tricycle home. Do it on my tax dollars, I don't care.

My apathy is in the majority now, look at your competition. Sadness.
Even they are bled dry of their will to represent and take responsibility.

I shall be at the forefront of the coup. Deliver me upon the doorstep and I'll hand you your jiffy lube jersey and a size 12 in the ass.

The gate is at the postern side of the house. you know the code. See you round.

oh and P.S. you also need to learn, as a setaside, that secrecy and discretion are two entirely different protocols. And if the public you brag about to other countries is all so educated, they can handle your discretion as long as you speak the truth. Your secrecy and your falsehood merely breed fear and hate... I think you know where those two lead. Keep the megaphone, but try using your heart to speak through instead of your ass. If it isn't dried like a prune at this point.

A tip from the modern poet.