Monday, August 29, 2011


I originally posted this on Sunday, October 22, 2006, but forgot to dedicate it to Dick Cheney and George W. Bush, who are still re-writing History and covering up.

My thanks to Percy Bysshe Shelley.


As I lay awake
There came an awful voice
From across the land,
And with great power
It showed me
The Face of a Dictator.

I saw Murder on the way-
He had a disguise like Dick Cheney-
Very smooth he looked, yet solemn-
Seven vampires followed him:

All were fat; and well they might
Be in bloodthirsty plight,
Because every day, and every night,
He tossed them human hearts to eat
Which from his wide suit he’d take.

Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Donald Rumsfeld, a scarlet scowl;
His huge tears, for he wept well,
Changed to hard rocks as they fell.

And the poor, irradiated children who
Before his feet played back and forth,
Believing every tear a gem,
Got their brains knocked out by him.

Covered with the Bible, as with light,
And the phantoms of the night,
Like Pat Robertson or Jerry Falwell, next, Demagoguery
On a serpent slithered by.

And many more Murders were
In this loathsome masquerade,
All hidden, even to the eyes,
Like terrorists, lawyers, or spies.

Finally, the Dictator arrived:
He rode in a black limousine,
Splashed with blood;
He was pale most in the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.

And he wore a kinglike crown,
But in his hands were skull and bones;
From his mouth these words I heard-
I am your Long War President,
The Torturer and the Decider…..
The obedient and faithful shall survive!


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