Bloody Hands (or, Zombies for Peace), 2004, rev. 2007
oh brothers in arms, you battle-dead, i bid you rise!
young boys with bullets in the head between the eyes,
or blown to bits, some never to be found,
or bloated bodies we can’t even recognize–
return to set things right, you gory host!
for heroes haunt a hidden underworld, dead men’s domain,
their youth the sacrificial lamb on warfare’s altar slain.
Wake up, Canada! This war is not holy
There’s an ex-oilman and a former defense contractor in the White House granting no-bid contracts to their corporate buddies to build permanent bases, sell arms, lay pipelines and rake in billions from a theoretically endless war on a concept—terror—which happens to emanate from the oil- and gas-rich regions of the Middle East and Central Asia. [...]
(We Hope)
indeed, it has been said that all good things come to an end; the only question, ’tis true my friend, is time. even our world ends at some point, whether we die today, you or me, or whether we live to see the big crunch end us all, it ends. and there are those who [...]
