Baghdad, Antarctica
Baghdad, Antarctica
Bush, Annan
What will we have to do? And why?
Ernest Intelligence led straight into the oven,
with promises of a problem solving robot
(batteries not included).
Willingness and Love betrayed
by the blushing cheerleaders.
Truth and Knowledge dismantled and
lost in the din of greedy sirens.
Unnerved by voices in her head
Justice lays down for a long dark sleep.
Ernest’s urgent voice fails to stir;
“Who among us cares?
Why do we not fight?
When is the judgement?
Will I be included?
What will I say?
Where am I going?
Is there anything that can sooth my worry?
Do you feel warm too? Is that gas I smell?”
Friday, April 13, 2007
Baghdad, Antarctica
