WAR IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER (a dada poem)

was was beautiful
WAR WAS BEAUTIFUL
It attracted nations.
It was the patriotic death of choice,
the moo juice to
sustain the gator-ades
of mass destruction.
One death at a time
was nothing compared
to a full village slaughter.
It was big business
for small minded men.
even the mushroom hung
larger than life,
beautifully encompassing
the entire
museum wall.
Bodies rotted
and
returned to the soil.
The earth drank hungrily,
appreciating
the stupidity of man.
War was beautiful
as women feasted on women
wearing nothing but
wet t-shirts that smelled
of boardroom cigars.
War was beautiful.
(this dada poem of war is from the banquet of yolantha, the new Maya Angelou, seasoned with Gwendolyn Brooks, bathed in Langston Hughes, peppered with Angela Davis, sprinkled with Mother Teresa, doused in William Shakespeare and rolled in Edgar Allen Poe)


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