Child drops from womb,
Settles into the cupboards.
He mentions years later
That it was in the name
Of communal pride.
For Catalina who leapt
Into the grave with grenades
For other souls, uncommited.
Rapidly in purple flashes,
Hot white bursts.
Shots from shouting little men.
O' the blood on the sand.
O' the death-nervous vomit.
O' the moonlight cigarette triumph.
And to eat on the porch in Arizona,
Where his muscles melted,
Spine unglued.
Bomb Turkey.
Level Egypt.
Burn Syria to the ground.
In Iran tie them to trees,
Staple their tongues
And watch them starve.
Neo-crucifixion.
Karl Marx is in Hell now.
Thank you, God,
For moving him.
Sincerely,
The Republican Party
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What the Hell? That is the worst poem I've read on this site so far. I don't really see much potential behind it, and it is prejudice in a lot of ways. Negative connotations is all that is. No poetic elements at all. Nothing. Horrible.
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Thanks God, that Mr. Kuragari didn't see Sammys other stuff.
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