Killing our Way to Safety
Let’s find a cause for a war
looking for weapons of mass destruction,
let’s not look in our own back yard
but invade - kill if we need to,
not because we are stronger than they
but because, they might become as strong as we,
strike before they do or might, kill lest they kill,
better them than us!
Let’s invite others to join us,
“if you’re not with us you’re against us.”
If we find no weapons of mass destruction
let’s implement plan B, to root out terrorism,
make the world safe for democracy
keep our country safe.
Homeland security means kill them before they can kill us
safety means death.
Better them dead than we living in fear!
Let’s find a reason to wage war
and look in our book,
let’s keep the world safe for democracy
for human rights, for the Christian west,
do unto others before they do unto us,
we have a just cause.
Let’s kill more of them than they of us,
kill them so that we do not need to fear death!
Let’s count the cost of body bags and coffins,
not of foreign lives and destruction,
killing them and counting collateral damage as necessary.
Let’s count the military costs, the devastation
our deaths, their deaths - soldiers’ deaths , civilian deaths,
lost prosperity, lost productivity, lost health, lost happiness,
blasting our way to homeland security.
Labour Day
My garden is in labour
to give birth
to a row of carrots.
My arm cradled with zucchini!
My tree labours
back bent,
to hold up for view my babies
red faced apples!
The maple labours to paint all
with a scarlet brush,
while the sun labours
to run its course
to early night-hood!
Labour, the day is almost yours
as I celebrate with you
the labours attained on my behalf,
while I labour
to remember my mother’s garden,
where Labour Day
Holiday Math
When I drive the Saskatchewan prairie
I look around and the sky is one huge dome
a sphere with the base lopped flat
though I know, the earth is not flat!
I see trapezoids and triangles and squares of colour variation,
I could calculate perimeter or area if I knew distance,
I see dark little Rorschach bushes whose areas I can’t figure,
I ask instead, is this green wheat or maybe beans,
this yellow canola or maybe mustard?
A vista of blue flax is as foreign as an ocean.
The ditch holds cylinders of baled hay
the fields huge circles of stored grain,
I could calculate volume of food
if I could only remember the formula for cylindrical volume!
Instead I can calculate bushels per acre
because I don’t need much formula,
unless the farmer has the grain in his bin
in which case I’ll need volume.
I don’t really know yield per acre,
unless I also figure in summer-fallow every third year,
As set by PFRA so many years ago!
The highway is one long isosceles triangle,
intersected carefully with a dotted line,
to its base which moves forever.
I calculate time needed between Regina and Saskatoon
dividing if distance is 256 Ks and speed limit is 110 KPH,
my car can do more especially on the divided highway!
Humans have added to the landscape,
rural grain elevators and hydro poles
erections, which rape the skyline
if only we could subtract the road signs that blight
the billboards, which obscure
And, the traffic lights that confuse!
The sky is filled with puffy little clouds,
which I could multiply exponentially
across a huge Saskatchewan sky, or dome
while a flat base stretches to infinity as horizon!Political Correctness
Politicians are so distrusted, so reviled,
it is surprising when
anyone wants to be politically correct!
Political correctness would be whether
she/he/they keeps/keep his/her/their promises.
It would be honesty without doubletalk
not - we promise to balance the budget
then do megaprojects and new spending initiatives,
while cutting taxes!
Politically correct to say -
if we were God we’d create a better world
than He did!
With your money of course!
It would be fiscally responsible
not to have his/her/their hands in our pockets
like a spendthrift wife,
which would be politically incorrect
to use as an example,
even though such people may exist.
Only some,
Like a corrupt politician with his/her/their hands
in our pockets -
that, then - is politically correct!
February 14
Valentine, teach us to love
and if no holiday
in month so short
give us a holy night
and a whole week of chocolates
to celebrate!
Fidelity is wisdom
to say again I love you
till the old becomes new
and never is now
till no one turns someone!
Come Venus and Aphrodite
find Cupid
converge on hearts
red with sophistry
and innocent as the new-born.
Give us a holiday for St. Valentine
not statutory but statistical
in millions of wishes
profound as love!
Come, my love
on this holy day
catch again an arrow
to puncture a heart
till it bleeds
an affectionate vermillion
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