Not In My Name...
Poem By Tina Louise
Threats never uttered are whispered verbatim,
Creating fear of a hypothetical invasion,
As media strings play methodical hype,
Orchestrating the public, to conform to type.
Spoon fed with fear on news laden,
Heaped with visual connotations,
Of danger lurking at our doors,
Of certain death for those who ignore,
The hypothesis laid down as fact.
The incessant chitter, incessant chat,
Gets us addicted to leader’s projection,
Junkies now for his brand of protection.
Dependent and needy,
Craving, hungry, greedy.
Surrounded by blue teeth grinning barbarity,
Sneering, seething images of vulgarity.
So our boys are pushed up to the wire,
Shot with drugs so they will not tire,
Of protecting their families at home,
From evil doers looking to dethrone,
The powers that watch over us;
The nervous dependent populous.
We must be saved from the supposed threat.
We must invade the terrorist nest.
We must kill the alien foe.
We must overthrow.
But first we must trust the source of the truths,
Before we feed the war, any more youths,
Before the troops, lose one more brave soul,
Before the powers, reach any more goals.
Before Libya and Syria,
Iran and North Korea,
Fall foul of our leaders’ dictates of behaviour,
Refuse to appreciate us as their saviour,
Before we beat them into submission,
Maybe we could establish just whose permission,
Was granted before we shed so much blood,
Before a trickle was blasted into a flood.
Before the next purple tipped finger is crushed,
We must realise that ‘we the people’ have been hushed,
For too long now, kept in our place,
As fellow humans are easily erased,
By bold leaders’ brandishing our names,
Claiming we desired all of this shame.
Not in my name, not in my name, not in my name.