War is always such a blessing
It never is distressing or depressing.
I know all too well that this is true.
War has been good for me and you.
You proudly give your lives up for the rich.
For us, life never is a bitch.
In a blaze of glory, you go out.
And really, that’s what it’s all about.
The drone operators are so brave
as they send little children to their grave.
Since the world has become a battleground,
the drums of war make a lovely throbbing sound.
Teach your sons and your daughters about their duty.
And one day, when they are dead, we’ll make a movie.
It will honor their brave and noble deeds.
The wounded, we shall see to all their needs.
Through war, we bring peace unto this earth.
And though you break out in dubious peals of mirth,
the last laugh will always be on you,
for none of what is written is ever true.
When we put a lethal weapon in your hand,
and send you to die in a foreign land,
your life means nothing, you should know,
but you never give pause, you just go.
War is not only just a blessing,
to us, it is also quite refreshing,
that you are so willingly prostituted,
and it’s all because you are just too stupid,
to understand that if it were not for you,
no drone would ever strike on cue!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
On this Christmas Day, as you gorge yourself and unwrap your debt and hug Aunt Sue, remember that bombs also paid for by you peace-loving Amerikans are being dropped on innocent people in foreign lands. But that is of no consequence to you since the only thing you concern yourself with is your own indulgences; those things which give you pleasure in life. What’s a little drone striking of a wedding party in Yemen. It’s not your daughter’s wedding that got bombed. What’s a little collateral damage? It’s not your son that got blown to bits. What’s a little hospital bombing? It’s not the hospital that treats your medical issues. It’s not happening in Amerika, so just enjoy this day because it is all about you!
“War? What war? We will think about THAT tomorrow, if at all. Because you see, I don’t like that horrid little tired ass sweater that Aunt Sue gave me for Merry Capitalismas Day and I am so hoping that tomorrow, I can exchange it for something that I want. Aunt Sue knows damn well that she’s got NO taste. Why oh why didn’t she just give us all gift cards? SIGH! And my flight had better be on time or someone is going to hear about it. One thing about me, I am not at all selfish, self-serving and self-centered since I have maxed out my credit cards to make sure that no one turns their nose up at MY gift. There was no need for me to even take the price tags off. I want them to know how much in debt I’ve gone for this thankless lot. And look at Uncle Jim, he’s drunker than a lord; all red-faced and puffy and look at those cute little darlings of mine; they are absolutely ferocious in opening their presents. Oh quick! Let me get a picture of them to post to Facebook! I am going to get plenty of ‘likes’ for this one. Ah! This is THE life. War? What war! There is only peace on earth within my narrow, limited little world. Christmas 2015, a Christmas to remember!”-Any American on Christmas Day, every year!