If "an unexamined life is a life not worth living," then I patiently await the mass suicides.
Only A Decade AgoOne bright morning, now ten years ago,No one dreamt, while going off to work,Lunatics had planned to go berserkYielding fury like a lava flow.A scant ten years –– an amplitude of woe ––Denial since that demons near us lurkEnraptured by sheer rage –– sharp like a dirk ––Craftily whetted in hellfire’s glow.A grim corrosion followed the attack.Demented perverts scheme to have us thinkEuro-centric values are at fault ––American prosperity is black ––Greed and gall have brought us to the brinkOf seeing all we have come to a halt.~ FreeThinke - 9/11/11
Well crafted words, and true, FreeThinke
How does what FT said honor anybody?To honor the fallen we should be bring our troops home - from everywhere - and become a nation again, instead of an empire.We have no business except business to impose ourselves on the reat of the world. Oil and military profits are not more important than the health and integrity of the state. JMJ
A Wry MemorialThe Swarthy Ones took over;And made weapons of four planes.The riders had no cover;They suffered dreadful painsThat ended once their deathtrapsBurst into roaring firesTurning instantly to mere scraps––Cinders––made of former flyers.The burning towers crumpled,And fell into the street.New York was more than rumpled;Briefly, it knew defeat.The nation drew together;We felt collective grief.Anger broke its tether;To express it gave relief.But only ten years henceWe're at each other's throats;We've built ourselves a fenceOver which the Devil gloats.We've failed to give the ordersTo build a proper wallSealing off our bordersTo the fiends who’d have us fall.Instead, we've made division––Went to war against ourselves––And are mired in derisionSparked by partisan elves,Who forget this blessed landIn pursuit of powers lostIn close elections mannedBy fraud. So, tempest-tossedThe country is in turmoil.The enemy's our own.He says it's all for Big Oil,And he'll soon usurp the Throne.The heap of twisted rubbleRaising toxic fumes for weeksNo longer gives us troubleBecause of media leaksDesigned to throw us off the scentOf whom we need to blameAnd encourage ruinous dissentThat hopes to break the frameThat holds us all togetherAnd preserves our liberty,So many now doubt whetherWe really should be free.And each rabble rousing louseShould 'neath these words be pinned:"He who troubleth his own houseShall inherit–––the wind"~ FreeThinke - 9/11/07
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