These are the oil wells pumping dry, the corporate lies, the Enron ties,
the reeling stocks, the jobless lines, the face of the child strapped to
the bomb ticking away by a cyclone fence with a nickel bag in Our Hometown
in the time of the man named Bush who sits in the house of madness.
These are the oil wells across the sea, the dictator's deal, the
torturer's cage, the affairs of state in the ravaged land of the child
strapped to the bomb ticking away in the time of the man named Bush who
sits alone in the all-White House of madness.
— Carol Muske-Dukes
“C'est la vie,”
you say, saddled up, ready to ride with your posse
across oil fields just like those in Texas.
It appears the one thing we cherish
more than petroleum or our children
is the greased machinery of destruction.
— William O'Daly
Uni-verse
Fool and scoundrel guide the State.
Peace is whore
to Greed and Hate.
~ Robert Pinsky
