“It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.” -Horace Thirteen children were shot to death at Columbine Elementary School in 1990. Thirty-two children were shot to death at Virginia Tech School in 2007. Twenty children were shot to death at Sandy Hook Elementary School in 2012. Nineteen children were shot to death at
He picks his favorite face In scowling concentration, Brooding in infinite space Over hands interlaced. Good rules or bad rules. Neither overpowers. Equipoised, creation cools. Glory self-devours. Hands fly away from clasping, Scattering the stars. Giving is filled up with asking And there are wars. He studies his outspread fingers Splayed all over space, Leaves
Two Poems By Ellen Douglas Geste I warn you, I won’t promise anything; My ruddy revenant may well confound With skirl of bagpipe, antic highland fling, Each steadier denizen of grassier mound. Perhaps down medieval stream I’ll trail; Slim effigy, in velvet-hearted drift Of lilies, spiced yet scentless, poet-pale, Not pennies, never pennies for my
“Never again!” swore Jews who survived the Shoah. So they kill Muslims.
Shortly after the attack on the World Trade Center Towers, Osama bin Laden said, “We love death. The U.S. loves life. That is the big difference between us.” The difference isn’t as big nowadays. American followers of Alex Jones, Tulsi Gabbard, J.D. Vance, Tucker Carlson, and other right-wing Trumpists believe that Vladimir Putin’s invasion of
They’re rioting in Washington La, la-la-la-la la lah. There’s war in Ukraine La, la-la-la-la lah. There’s Fascism in Florida La, la-la-la-la la lah And the southwest needs rain. The whole world is festering With unhappy souls. The French hate each other, Israelis hate the Poles. The Serbs hate the Yugoslavs, South Africans hate the Dutch,
Sam Alito lacks a womb. He can’t have babies, but he wrote That those who can will have no vote On keeping them or not. He’s doomed Even rape victims to carry to term Children not planned or wanted. Firm In fatuity, righteous Sam Thinks that this country should be run By men, the distaff
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