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Poem by Denis Halliday - mentions RTE - GEORGE W TALKING TO LAURA OVER BREAKFAST

category national | miscellaneous | news report author Monday February 10, 2003 20:08author by Eamonn Crudden

Former UN Humanitarian Coordinator for Iraq Denis Halliday is travelling around Ireland speaking at Anti-War meetings at present. If you get the opportunity go see him. He is inspiring and a great public speaker and source of information on the situation in Iraq at present. I transcribed this poem from my videotape of his talk in Clontarf last week. He wrote it last week on the train from Galway to Dublin. Audience hooted and hollered over the RTE reference. Big crowd at the meeting too.

George W. talking to Laura over Breakfast

By Denis Halliday Feb 2003

Don’t Mention the Oil
We’re fighting because this war is Just
Rumsfelt and Cheney say so
And we must
Stand up to agression
And Evil Axes
From which we recoil

My cause is this
To liberate the suffering people of Iraq
They don’t want us?
Who said that?

Victory will vindicate our illegal pre-emptive act
Pipelines, control and occupation
Depleted uranium and tactical nuclear weapons we’ll employ

Democracy, International Law, Freedom
Not relevant
Tony and me cannot be expected not to act
Just because Iraq is packed
With that stuff the media may not mention
So pay attention RTE et al
And don’t mention the oil

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author by Gary Stonecipher - Poetic Justicepublication date Tue Feb 11, 2003 00:10author email Gary at ADHDelivers dot comauthor address 311 Second Street, Liverpool, NY 13088author phone (315) 491-3119

'Soylent Green' Pastures
By: Gary Stonecipher

The Power Merchants are winning...
as they ever so slowly corrupt...
those charged with the publics well-being.
The Constitution said "We the people..."
but was changed somewhere along the way to...
"We the Corporate, who now own your arse..."
The change was steady, organized and slow,
year after year; generation after generation,
'til as far as you could see, was theirs.
Traitors who live amongst us,
doing the bidding for the wealthy few.
Clean are their hands, as they never get dirty,
as they shout not me... and another scapegoat...
is offered up on the Great Alter of Power.
Who are these traitors who sell their soul;
Minions-R-A-Plenty is the place to go,
where they sell Small Men with Small Minds,
Men who think they are greater...
than what God has made them.
The currency used in buying such a fool,
a signing bonus of instant pleasure...
with the promise of power and gold to come later.
They set about to spoil the land and foul the air,
and make us work in substandard conditions,
for wages which shrink year after year.
As the Earth gets sick... so do our children,
bills piling up as we try to improve our condition,
with no solution in sight... but wait a minute...
Out of the kindness of their heart,
they loan us the money to ease our struggle.
See! We aren't so heartless they say...
patting themselves on the back.
For which they reward themselves handsomely,
by doubling our interest rate to pay for it.
As they say... It was swallowed - hook, line and sinker.
Now the Corporations own u.s. body and soul,
and we sold our "FREEDOM" on the cheap.
My precious "Freedom"!
"Freedom" to chose ones own destiny;
"Freedom" to come and go as one pleases;
"Freedom" to speak up and about anything;
"Freedom" to dream about an enchanting future;
and all "Hope" must and will be crushed...
for without "Hope"... "Freedom" will die!
Without my precious "Freedom"...
what then is my reality to be;
Of what value then am I?
I am nothing more, than someone's slave!
But in whose hands... does my fate now rest?
Who will become my Master?
Will my Master be kind to me...
or will I be whiped into submission?
Will I feast at Masters table...
or am I only worthy of Masters table scraps?
Will I have nice cloths to wear like Master...
or will I be wearing tattered rags?
Will I see my children grow...
or will Master sell them to another?
What will life be like... after I am marched...
to the "Soylent Green" Pastures!

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author by A famous poetpublication date Tue Feb 11, 2003 18:02author address author phone

Those poems are shite! They don't even rhyme.



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