Penance Penance Penance Poem by michael hanthala

When is the pustulating pile of american war crimes going to be high enough to inevitably tip fall & encrust...
the usa from coast to coast in the white-washed dried bones of the slaughtered innocent victims of hectored neocolonialism?
to fill every hallway & schoolroom & assimulate with the exported pandemic of superfluous slogans & phony patriotism
as the publicly indoctrinated kiddies send boxes of cookies to amoral gangsta's of capitalism?

To spill into every plastic american dream home that supports the troops blindly obediantly
to justifiably stain in blood every flag no matter how high it attempts to soar above the crime
to stuff every congregation and pulpit at every mosque, temple, synagoge & church
to pervade & overflow into every pied piper recruiting office of dishonesty as an all-consuming red tide

To permeate every politician's office until even the dirty dollars & kickback checks in the safe are squeezed aside
As every child's bone is sticking out of the lower climbing like red-splotched white vines up into the upper senate
through the house, the courts, the chamber of commerce mounting and soaring within and without
as if to become some weird twisted gigantic macabre icicle sculpture created by some passionately mad love-crazed artist called che

To infuse onto every tank, missile, drone, bullet at every plant and factory that makes these tools of terrorists for immoral income.
To communalize upon every weapons designer, financier, assembler, lobbyist and stockholder
destined to manifest upon who are inbedded in this debacle of odium until everyone of them has the horror of their works
engrafted into their pores, engraved upon their souls, infused upon their conscience epoxy bonded

To penetrate & occupy every us military base all over the world the bones once swept under the carpet of duplicity
until the stench & horror forces everyone of them to become abandoned hollow scattered drying husks of fuming toxic puss
when pepe the crocidile has chomped his last innocuous snack choking on unblushing bones
back across the rubicon never to sally forth for imperial profit again

the sword, the dollar and the cross finally defeated after 500 long years
as the collective world sighs gratefully with great weariness
for the city on the hill has finally fallen
now we can vacation on the moon with our children