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11/19/01 07:51 PM: Nation Building
Here’s another lousy poem so I can pretend I have something to say.
Nation-Building
Airplanes zoom while howitzers boom.
Some dispense life, but most shower death
On the country below.
Your compassion is a joke,
Nothing more than a PR campaign.
Oh dear, what poverty!
Would you like fries with that?
Supersized starvation.
Those leaflets do require a pretty Big Gulp.
Have you had your break today?
They haven’t had one their whole lives.
But that’s alright.
You can’t miss what you’ve never known.
(What they don’t know won’t hurt them.)
They’ve gone into hiding,
Dropped from your sights.
Don’t bother to find them.
It’s not cost-effective or manpower-smart.
Just turn the whole damn thing
Into a parking lot.
I couldn’t find a space last time I went to the mall, anyway.
Put in a shuttlebus and sign me up!
