ZOMBIE ARMY TAKES WHITEHOUSE & MAD POETS DREAM LOVE

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PAINTING BY MAX ERNST " UBU IMPERATOR"
( GEORGE BUSH EMPEROR OF AMERICA SCOLDING THE MASSES:
WAR IS THE NATURAL HYGIENE )
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As the world turns topsy-turvy as it were ; here is a little poem for these troubled times.

nov. 11, 2005
DREAMING LOVE

I dream love sitting alone
watching the Tzars of the Café Apollinaire
spreading despair & cynicism
spreading hope & revolution -

I dream love walking along the boardwalk
sharing some weed with another lost soul
some sad eyed poet searching for love & beauty
finding only truth stripped of all delusions
walking with some sad eyed young girl still searching
lost in romantic delusions
some sad eyed forty something woman
still dreaming of being an artist
wishing she would take refuge in my arms
but I lack anything of value
being poor in body & spirit
having no answers to offer-

I dream love as I join the Tzars of the café
in heated debates over poetry & art
joking about love & life
armed anarchists disgusted
at all the indifference
tossing bombs into cafés
tossing Molotov cocktails into quiet living rooms
of the tyrants & bureaucrats who stoke the engines of despair
in the name of law & order
in their barbed-wire encircled gated towns
as they lecture the poor about peace & freedom
the peace the ruling class desires
the freedom of the poor to starve
the freedom of the homeless to die in despair
the freedom of the abused child filled with fear
who’s soul withers & dies
telling all these lost souls they are free at last
just don’t raise your voice to complain
justice is only for the deserving few
just pray & keep silent
is what the tyrants say -

I dream love as the old war vets march by
on a cold wet day in November
as they remember the slaughter
in the name of freedom so they say
the poor sent into Hell
for a pack of cigarettes & a crust of bread
but its bred into their bones
to fight & die for some lofty cause
to keep the rich safe in their homes
only to return to toil for tyrants
for scraps from their tables of plenty
so sons of the nation do your duty
to die on foreign soil
& the sons of the rich do their duty
toiling in colleges of ivy for a few years
playing at being students in the fields of Bohemia
while the poor die in Flanders fields
going on the Grand Tour
settling down to a life of greed & power -

SO TAKE CARE,
GORD.