Home of the Blues Drowns in Bureaucracy

Home of the Blues Drowns in Bureaucracy

He strutted onto the stage
The military might
To the rescue too late
To save so many
Who clung to life
In a toxic stew
Burning images
Of our own making
He waited for the right
Moment to release
His help so limp
In response to the horror
Waited waited waited
The security of the homeland
At stake too late
Roadblocks placed
In the path of would-be
Rescuers held-up
Attempts
To assist
Resisted
100s of thousands
Abandoned
Poor
Black
Elderly
Handicapped
Left to die
Drowning in filth
Dehydrated
Starved broiling
In the heat
He refused offers
Needing to contemplate
The need that was lapping
At the nations doorstep
Flooding the airwaves
Breaking the sound barrier
With their screams
60 nations united
To help taken under
Advisement to be decided
After the havoc of babies
Cries grow dim die
The elderly, fragile, sick
Expire
In places so remote
From basic humanity
A civilization collapsed
By immoral leadership
His ego so massive
It took a week
To arrive
For the photo-op
The monumental
Moment flanked by reporters
He unleashed the military might
Fresh from assault
Reeking of death in Iraq
In Afghanistan in Secret
Locations
Killing for oil
World control
Whoever
Is not with us
Is poor Black
Brown they
Do not compute
In the cost-benefit
Ratio White is the divide
The gold standard
Valued the Others
To be governed
By brute force
Here and abroad
He finally arrived
The vain-glorious commander
With his troops
M16s raised for control
As corpses cried
Out in ghastly
Formations
Rotting
In the High Noon
Of America

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