SomeAntic Disposition
They set out to wage war against a word
"Terror," as if it could be bombed away.
And though such reasoning is beyond absurd,
And Sin, once outlawed, spurs a wicked way,
The "War on Terror" is the hackneyed phrase,
The paper bullet that bombards the brain
With propaganda. But the poor man pays
In blood, as always, for the rich man's gain.
November 2005
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