Macroscopic Death, Poem 2023-0703

Tomorrow is our annual celebration of Independence Day in the USA. Independence means many things to all of us, and for many of us it means freedom. When I was in the Navy, my commanders and drill instructors taught me how to fight for freedom by defending the country I was born in. They taught me how to recognize and kill enemies of the country. That was quite the feat to change a peace-loving young man into a soldier of war. But they did. That was a long time ago.

Below is a poem I wrote long ago about some of the enemies I saw.

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Faces fading like new literature,
soft and pale,
sink into the quicksand of poverty.
Their government turned their dollars into pennies.
One hundred George Washingtons won’t buy a fistfight today.
But a hundred Ben Franklins can get you murdered…
Franklin kicks Washington’s ass every time.

But whose city park does big Ben stand in?
Philadelphia?
Tiananmen Square?
DC, where the crackle of old flesh inside the White House
grows loud above the vomiting whispers from a Chinese whorehouse
fronting the CCP,
UN,
and WTO?

Oblivious,
Washington’s carved face remains proud and noble
in his green erection
where he stands alone in the town park I sit at.
Alabaster pigeon poop covers his broad shoulders.
Cell phones twitter at his feet with news that does not educate;
a horror brought about by the theft of a billion gold Franklins
when our infected financiers sold America at the First World War
for a hero’s seat at Versailles.

Washington died the day Franklin was fitted as bridegroom
for the multiple marriage of our country to the World Bank,
to OPEC,
to the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development,
to the World Economic Forum,
to the World Council of Churches,
to the World Health Organization,
for unity by assimilation
for control by one government worldwide.

I’m a different person today, but I still recognize enemies that want to take away our freedoms. As author Stephen King has said: “The boogeyman is real.”

Thanks for reading.

I hope everyone has a happy and safe celebration of life.

Peace and love to all.

Steve, 7/3/2023

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