Terrorist!

Our current foreign policy is likely to play a vital role in this coming election.  There is a lot of talk about invading Iran and expanding our war in the Middle East.  The views of whatever candidate finds themselves elected will determine our course in these matters for the next 4 years.

There are far too many that seem eager to revel in war mongering in spite of all it has cost this nation over the last 11 years.

I came across a very potent piece of poetry by a British writer that brings into perspective the problems with our very dogmatic foreign policy and how it dehumanizes people not all that different from ourselves.

All I ask is that you think and ponder on these words and put yourself in the shoes of a father or mother in one of these Arab nations that we have invaded. Think of how you as an American might act if placed in their position, and if the shoe was on the other foot what someone might call you...

Terrorist

by Mhara Costello

Just a Word

'Terrorist' is just a word, one I wish I'd never heard

When it's used to vilify, without the need to question why

Only fools would swift condemn, that which has not befallen them

Until you know what lies behind, the actions of a tortured mind

Thank your God for sparing you, the suffering others have lived through

Where are the cries of just demand, for Arabs driven from their land?

Blame the victim, turn the cheek, praise the bully, kick the weak!

Mock the man who truth does speak

Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy, greed, corruption, torture, lies!

Blair invasion, sly persuasion, annihilation, massacred nation

Keep on running, karma's coming!

Money talks, truth walks, oil spills, greed kills

Tide is turning, London's burning!

Bombs will fall and blood will flow, as sure as my own name I know

Until corrupt dictators go, brutal, rotten, to the core

Their day has come, they rule no more

Show me the man who will not fight, to save his child, his home, his right!

You can call him what you like, you're not in his sorry plight

Cowards stay and Martyrs go, I know not where, but this I know

Speak your truth and stand your ground, fight your corner

When all around, point the finger, purse the lips, pin the label, 'Terrorist'!

Just a word, but one that sticks, even when the cap don't fit

But for the grace of God go I, remember that, before you cry

False accusation, names of shame, at those who may not be to blame,

Their crime, refused to play the game, of meek acceptance, dumbing down,

Your life, your choice; Warrior / Clown