An Anthem From The New World Poem by Geoff Lathy

We sit and wait, while
Away the howling hours,
Watching in comfort,
The slow poison of the west,
While fire flies from the skies,
From the eyes of men, and worse,
Women, half a wasted world away,
Half a wasted word away
From catastrophe, calamity,
From peace, to pieces, where
Killing kids is the worst of our crimes;
The innocent always cry loudest;
But, have no fear,
We have ways of silencing
(We do not hear, simply)
Even the unthinkable,
Even the innocent are not,
In the face of our right, our might, our
Rally for the great cry,
Of Patriotism, for the Fatherland.
Let us put out the eyes of mothers,
The cries of babes,
While our fathers die
For the greater good of humanity,
That is, humanity in our image,
God after all made us in his image,
Did he not?
In our Image is he created;
But, never mind,
It is half a world away
And TV images never carry
The smell of death,
The taste of tears,
The crushing weight of a tiny body,
Dead in the arms of its emancipated,
Eviscerated mother,
Cold comfort to us,
We, the suffering, insufferable, few.