lullaby (a poem)
Wednesday, March 12th, 2008
With the 5th anniversary of George W. Bush’s fruitless invasion of Iraq on March 20, 2003 just around the corner, I feel it’s about time to repost a poem I wrote on September 12, 2002—six months before the invasion. It seemed, back then, that I was one of the few opposed to the idea. Aside from showing off my uncanny prescience, it serves as a reminder of what Hillary Clinton was voting for while Barack Obama (like me) was advising against it.
lullaby
Rock a Bye baby
on the tree topSleep tight America—
slumbering giant—9-1-1
was no emergency.
Rest assured that our
government has our best
interests at heart, like
when daddy used Afghanistan
to slay the big bad red
bear then left it in a lurch,
lost in poverty, lost
in discord, little land lost
with nothing but its rock
& sand & guns & poppy
fields. ¡But father knows
best!When the wind blows
the cradle will rockNight night America—rest
right knowing the son,
the puppet president,
has it all under control,
the bees buzz buzz buzzing
in his ear, telling him where
to steer the bombs to leave
the corpses of our bastard
brothers, bloodied & belittled
because they would not be
ignored. The sins of our
children directly reflect
our fathers at their worst.When the bough breaks
the cradle will fallLet’s fight America—hold
your flags up high
as you send your children off
to die to keep those Iraqi
pipelines flow flow flowing
with that pitch black blood
pumping up our SUV
fetishes while we let
the red black & green
blood flow in the riverbeds
of the Congo—so long as
those niggers keep mining
what we need to power
our laptops, our cellphones
& our playstation(squared)s. Who
the fuck cares which nigger
owns the those mines…
No, its mine! BANG!
NO! It’s mine! BANG!
NO! IT’S MINE! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
All while daddy stands idly
by.Down will come baby
cradle & ALLPeace is in sight America-
Ginsberg was wrong, Ferlinghetti
was wrong, there is no need
to howl & scream, those dead
& beat beats didn’t know we could
dream while our country watches
over us, profiling us in our sleep,
the land of the free
to be afraid. So just keep sitting
tight America
ready to fight
flexing your might
ignoring the light
shortening your sights
abandoning your rights
just so you can sleep
through the night.
Hush little babies
don’t say a word,
I’m just some insomniac
mockingbird crying the call
of down will come baby
cradle
& all.
Anyway, considering not much has changed, the poem is still relevant. I mean, you can change Congo to Darfur, but other than that… ¡& don’t think that because Darfur is getting the spotlight right now, that all is well in the Congo!
Seven score and eight years ago another seemingly inexperienced politician from Illinois was chosen to represent his party as a catalyst for change. He too had risen through the ranks of the Illinois State legislature, followed by a brief stint in Congress. He too recognized the need to change the way politics operated in Washington. He too was nominated by his party on the basis of his grand oratory and the hope he offered of uniting the nation. Of course, most of you recognize this inexperienced yet eloquent politician as one of our greatest American Presidents, Abraham Lincoln.