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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

What If Somebody Threw A War And Nobody Came?

Mary cries all day     frightened tears
                              angry tears
                              a lover's tears
      Mary     a red headed Irish-Catholic mother of 4
                  with a stong Jersey accent
            was just informed by her husband that he is
            thinking about re-enlisting
He says that if he does there will be a great pension
for the future
    and Mary is upset that he would find her to be
materialistic enough to accept a monetary reward
in exchange for the father of her children
It's not just Mary's husband,
thousands of men are enlisting
Enlisting: a euphemism for signing one's life away
We have forgotten the hundred thousand lives
our wonderful and glorious nation took
with the push of a button
            an atomic blast
            shadows left where humans once sat
We have forgotten the Vietnam nightmares
      the protesting Monk ablaze
      the young girl running away in anguish
           burned by napalm
      four dead at Kent State
and that ominous black wall
bearing thousands of names
We forget all too quickly
Led into another war
by our leader who has an
invertebrate's backbone
And when any other country disagrees with us
we'll play childish games
and change the names of our foods
(French)       Freedom fries
(French)       Freedom toast
and give away our lovers
with one last (French)   Freedom kiss
hoping to celebrate their return
with a bottle of fine (French)    Freedom wine
It's funny that History is a part of the
required curriculum
because we don't seem to learn much from it

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