In honor of Veterans Day, a rogue patriot who once almost joined the military because some girl he wanted to fuck was in the Navy (and college is expensive) is writing some poems to tell you how stupid war (and the military) is. This post has no affiliation with ISIS militants, or Ebola, or John Kerry.
It’s Fucking Veterans Day
It’s fucking Veterans Day
He said as my teeth turned into shrapnel on the street
He had the right to remain violent
I had the right to remain silent
Men have died for your right to speak
How dare you question the military?
Dissent squashed with brute force
Drone strikes on a straight course
Bang Bang! Like the pixels on a Playstation
His hands return bloody to the deployment station
PTSD on the brain
IUD as cremation
It’s fucking Veterans Day
Pay your respects
I’ll collect your debts
And turn them into fighter jets
You say you support the troops
Or do you really support Fox News
Or MSNBC
What ever you choose
It’s information that you lose
There’s no glory in murder
No matter what flag you use
Who’s this foreign invader your protecting us from?
The way I see it, is you’re the invader, son
Let’s hold a concert
Where the fuck is Bruce Springsteen?
Let’s have a parade
Do people on the streets remind you of anything?
Oh yeah, that thing called protest.
How we talk about the things we detest.
Unless it’s about the troops.
Tie yellow ribbons instead.
Aren’t you glad Osama’s dead?
The Senate Takes A Vote
Their lies are prompted
from teleprompters
and executed flaw-fully
from taxpayer’s helicopters.
They say we’re protecting
foreign daughters
while filtering profits
to desert clad marauders.
Blank faced public
fear conversing religion and politics
while passively electing
lunatics with trigger switches.
Arm the rebels
they bite the hand that feeds
the middle east burns
while America fucking bleeds.
The white, blue and red
camo helmets on their heads
farm fed frat boys
equipped with jackets of lead.
We watched Saddam crumble
his statue beaten with shoes
but the same war we already fought
the puppets now will choose.
Fight the good fight
support the troops.
Drone strikes by twilight
fuck the troops.
An Army of one
Sempter Fi
Do or Die
I won’t shed a single tear when you come back in a casket
covered in a flag you valued more than your life.
Our heroes are our welfare
stop blaming single mothers
plastic bags tied around throats
water boarding dissent, it smothers.
Fuck the Medal of Honor
I’m tearing up your portrait Obama.
How many can benefit from free tuition?
But we give it to those trained to slaughter.
Our priority is the police state
Nazis pretending to tote freedom.
We sip our Americanos
And retain nothing from the newspaper we are reading.
BY EVAN PONTER // RAD POLITICS
