Nuclear Madness

Is it just me, or do others see too much coincidence to be probable in the simultaneous tragedies of the Fukushima meltdown and the depleted uranium missiles being used in Libya?  The Earth is a living being and it is writhing in pain.  There can be no winners in this game and we simply have to stop playing.

I wrote this poem 20 years ago when cruise missiles were being used in the first Gulf war.  It is still relevant today.

 

OPERATION DESERT STORM

Cruise missiles slice the night over Baghdad

Steeple-headed missiles scream

Allah, Yahweh, God in Heaven

Sleep not in your desert palace

White kings of words buried in dens of mystified Sundays

While the bells toll out the call

Robed rulers of swords and nations

Salute the flag of Mars

And oil runs red through the streets of Washington

Brown-skinned brothers who never spoke

The language of the gods of war

Carry out the orders to bomb because

Because because why because

Other brown-skinned brothers who have done them no wrong

They are far from their country, and they never ask why

White-skinned brothers who until yesterday

Knew war only in the video arcade at 50^th and Main Street

Shut tight their eyes to kill because

Because because why because

And all around them children are dying

Black-skinned brothers begin to question

Why they must kill for Texaco because

Because because why because

And centuries epitomize on the flag of Kuwait

Mutant brothers wander the desert sands

Searching for food under radioactive fallout because

Because because why because

While beneath their feet are fading

Steeples, mosques, synagogues

Temples and crosses devastated by storm.

January 1991