Kings of Blood

There’s no shortage of horrendous

photographs of. collapsing buildings

burning children alive, nor the steel

resolve of Zionist rage on display—

tanks and bombs supplied by US

profit machines supplied to support

the murder that is the main religious

tenet driving forth since humanity

slithered out of the seas, initiating

blood fests for the world to witness

and wallow in, the price paid for

resisting a people’s enslavement.

And, as usual, as always, the world

and its various countries, all aghast

even outraged by the gutting of

innocents, raging threats and warnings

of retaliation, did nothing but gather

in posh restaurants for conclaves

to discuss the genocide, proffering

up tough sounding threats before

dozing off to sleep for a peaceful

night’s rest on 5-star mattresses.

Weak protestations before massive,

raging crowds, high and mighty

objections to the dismemberment

of screaming children, all supported

by that bastion of human rights defense,

The United States of Death, as usual,

also doing nothing to stop the slaughter,

waiting in their massive air craft

carriers off shore for the opportunity

to join the madness they so love, like

they did way back in Viet Nam, ready

now to set fire to Iran and any other

Muslim country fiercely inclined to

oppose the flaming genocide lovingly

executed by the Israeli religious

thieves on the march. After all,

America, the land of the free,

home of the so-called brave loves

nothing better than murdering and

steeling lands belonging to others—

just ask the Navajo, Sioux and

Cheyanne to name but three tribes

or the obliteration of any and all who

disobeyed our eternal call to protect

human rights and champion that lie

of lies called democracy by the absolute

obliteration of vile enemies hiding in

their cribs, pretending innocence even

as they are blown to bits in god’s name.