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the trauma of the Tragic <12-08-08 & 1-12-09> this one, dude, wants to come home and relate “words” from others who have found that finding the war glued to all those humans a minutiae of animosities those relegations of getting from-the-Bunk tired too much in the whimsicality of tidal stupefying war-Zones and ecology-Less closets of non-Changing need forcing the ears open, to listen to the bird’s searching their own hearts each morning knows the mind-Scape’s capacity laminated day-by-Day in pentagons/cIAS deaths while the state & federal-Prisons incarcerate ever-so-Freely or w.o. vituperations of the plutocracy-Method questioning that if one’s camping-Out did not bring knocks on-the-Doors of minds in chagrin, but not upon the doors of scores of “politicians” whose acts aver not having a multiple of “political-Parties” instead of aversions of the perversions involving the decadence of “not-as-much-Protest” as desirous due “changes” the op-Ed money-Market “power-Trippes” as the autocratic fed-Reserve and Holywood rendezvous elocutions, not abstentions those digressions now as when encapsulations expressed no remorse for those undeclared-Wars, and the savior-Faire imperialism
I want to come home and put my feet upon the lap of crime: a country of 25 million people, only a population of 1.2 million Iraqis are dead, 4 million are refugees, 3 million are wounded and 4 million are starving meaning that one in every two Iraqis is dead, wounded, a refugee, or starving not the waitress that I’ve succored into a family relegation of age-Differences entirely my own adage of not-Doing as doling-Out “consciousness” of the megalo-Mania not defended, but decreed that for-a-Change might justly, mean, that others demean the military-Hegemony while we pro-Reductionists homogenize in the social-Template that w alacrity becomes the consciousness of populous either promoting that cognizance is not plutocracy of h-Bombs always-on-Alert may profess to be the discerning, or measures of “peace” necessitating not having wars to maintain bases overseas to keep preening the empire the nuclear-Missiles so-Armed as the sagacious-Requiem of false-Humanity wars as possible for “negation-Sake” of the caustically mutual impervious-Humanity servility at home and do you know away, overseas, there are wars in Somalia, Darfur, the Congo, where the world’s people face aberrations of starve, enslave, rape & murder all for a fix-of-Prosperity do you know what “politics” should be
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