When Poets Go Revolutionary

An Open Letter To The Government Of My Nation.

Do you know, that there are so many bombings in Iraq lately, not even I can keep them seperate anymore.

I can't keep the details of each new horror from meshing into the details of the last new horror. Only the Reaper,Himself, knows the full score anymore. I literally can not keep up .

So much death, with no reprieve. And it is getting worse. Our inaction is now the lethal weapon Iraq faces DAILY.

Some incidents do stick out. Like the horrifying bombing a few weeks ago of 32 children. Little kids. In my mind, I see that street that lost 28 children. One Street, 28 children. I tried counting the vast numbers of kids that always run around my own street, my kids, my nieghbors kids, 28 would be almost all of them. As I studied the pictures of the faces caught in their moments of horror, I saw the faces of those I loved.

And I do not know how much longer I can speak without screaming.

I do not know if I can continue to stand, without rising up.

I do not know if ANY of us can hold out much longer. The violence is spreading, daily. We are all in terrible danger, from without, from within.

I do not have any grand solution, except one. The Constitution of the United States of America. It is the very thing that made us what we are. It is the ONLY thing that can save us now. The very foundation of our LAW has been raped and mauled. As it happened, those that could have stopped it laughed, so politically correctly, as the children of OUR nation died in DROVES.

I have no wish to find myself in daily conflict with the leaders of my beloved nation. I only ever wanted to be a poet. I have no desire to offend those I love the most.

But I will.

The only other alternative, is to submit myself to a hell, where torture, itself, can be legally justified. Even as it applies to the rape of children in our prisons.

HAVE YOU NO DECENCY? IS THERE NOT ONE HERO LEFT AMONG YOU?

I am actually terrified, that we already know the answer to that. I am afraid of what we will have to do about it. The birth of our law was a blood-soaked one. Yet, what that law created GAVE US A BETTER WAY.

But, now we know that LAW, ITSELF, has been taken hostage.You wave the battered body of it in front of our faces DAILY. You THINK, we will just let it happen, endlessly? What did you expect of those born FREE of fear? What do you expect of people who were taught we are FREE to do BETTER...?

Isn't THAT the American Dream, after all? A dream of something BETTER??? Is that not, what we were taught to FIGHT for?

Those dreams have been RIPPED from us. Do I think the American Dream still lives...? No. But our LAW will give us all the hope we need to dream again.

Maybe in those dreams I will find a place where I can simply be a poet. A place where children dream of poets, and not bombs.

But, since I can no longer sleep, petty word games are starting to irritate me to no end. We are BEYOND words now. We gave you inches, you took billions... NAY TRILLIONS. Do not be surprised, when the hand that feeds you becomes an enraged fist of rightous anger. Your gluttony has turned into a rabid animal. And MUST be stopped. We prefer you control yourself, but, it has become obvious you will eat your own in your feeding frenzy at the public trough.

You understood our silence as apathy. You NEVER ONCE considered it was FRUSTRATION.People so APPALLED by you, they turned away. There is ONLY ONE question left at this point.

Is it ALREADY TOO LATE for LAW to be re-instated at the highest levels of our government?

One way or another, that question WILL be answered. And SOON. Too many bodies are hitting the floor for you not to DO SOMETHING about it. Death, itself draws nearer and nearer with the foul stench of TORTURE on its breath.

If OUR law, is, in fact, TRUELY DEAD, there is no need for you to respond at all. Because, then, it IS too late.

And WE THE PEOPLE will find our own answers.

God bless our Constitution, God help us all.