The Verses Versus Empire Collection: 2001-2021
By A LeRoy
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A Dangerous Poet for Dangerous Times!
"In a dark time, the eye begins to see." So said the poet Roethke, and his words echo in this searing indictment of empire through the lens of poetry…
Through three imperial presidencies,
The poet cries, voice in the wilderness,
Reed swaying in the wind, a bruisèd reed,
His motion stirred to music.
Author, poet, and former Reuters journalist Abdiel LeRoy takes us into the inferno of U.S. politics with all its absurdities and horrors…
Daring to see and state the obvious,
Decry hypocrisy, prophetically to see
Not just the future but the now,
The awful now, and make some sense of it.
Created over 20 years, these three volumes overthrow the lies and blasphemies of three imperial presidencies under Bush, Obama, and Trump, as if the early prophets spoke through Shakespeare and echoed to humanity today. You will find no resort to outdated 'left-wing' or 'right-wing' proclamation here, no flag-waving for Democrat or Republican, but fierce denouncement for the peddlers of power, whether in Washington, London, Moscow, or Brasilia.
Yet LeRoy is not your typical fire-and-brimstone prophet. His moods range from witty satire to biting irony, from bawdy word-play to melancholic lament, even as he brings each White-House occupant before the throne of God, whether for mercy or judgment…
Rejoice! The day is come when every soul,
His placement for eternity to take
And due reward bestowed his earthly role,
Learns what pronouncement God for him shall make.
Now, having been called "Mr. President"
By doting throngs, Bush steps up to the fore,
For Heaven should follow earthly precedent
And saints, like press, should worship and adore…
But Heaven is about to divulge a litany "of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts"—to echo Shakespeare as this poet often does—fraudulent elections, false-flag terrorism, war, assassination, torture, racism, planetary rape, and the rulings of corrupt courts. Throughout, LeRoy serves as a chronicler of world history over two decades. Among the signature events…
1. Volume I—Bush (2001-2009)
9/11
'War on Terror'
Military Invasion
Desecration of the Constitution
Hurricane Katrina
Volume II—Obama (2008-2017)
Obama awarded the Nobel Prize… for Peace?!
BP's oil spill
Nuclear disaster at Fukushima
Edward Snowden, and the NSA
Julian Assange, and 'Collateral Murder'
Volume III—Trump (2016-2021)
Rule by tweet
Family separations
Threats of "fire and fury"
The emergence of Covid
Never was divine fire more poetically expressed. These three works establish LeRoy as "a brave new presence in the politics of the globe," according to The San Francisco Review of Books, and are a collector's item for the discerning library.
“So well done. A remarkable command of the language and great sensitivity. And doing all this in an entirely new way, wading into (almost) unexplored literary territory.”
Claude Forthomme
“Abdiel LeRoy’s poetry and prose offer intellectual nourishment for critical thinkers and seekers of truth… I highly recommend these books to anyone who seeks to escape from the ‘Matrix’.”
Annemarie M. Osborne
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The Verses Versus Empire Collection
A Prophetic Lens on Three Imperial Presidencies
A. Le Roy
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Contents
Foreword
Introduction
Verses Versus Empire: I
2001
George W.'s Hoedown
The Undiscovered Country
The Watchman Calls
Dooh Nibor
Volte-Face
Shrubettes
Rude
Europud
Blowing Smoke
Olympus Shook
Doomsday
Aftermath
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
WayLayed
2002
Noddy's New Adventure
KenWrong
Advice to a U.S. Businessman
On Thin Ice
In Piety
Steeling
Blacking
Slugfest
MisGivings
In-Sinuations
Holy Smoke
Bush Fire
Bully
In Memoriam
Fare Well
The Shooting Gallery
2003
Backlash
The Bushattitudes
Among Friends
A Conversation Between Bush and God
Powell Play
A Lament
Gardez Loo!
Au Contraire
Interim Report
Reply to an Iraqi Taxi Driver
A Patriot's Prayer
Rumifications
Else Elsinore
B-Ware
A Prophecy of Shakespeare
Pax Americana
A Lullaby for Bush
Perp Talk
Synodomy
Beelzebush
Ode to the Alternative Media
Seeing Through a Glass Darkly
Diary of a U.S. Soldier
2004
DemoBrats
Faux Geste
Bleed
Broad-Cast
Haitred
Shortfall
Intercession
Exposed
Acronymony
Constance Defiled
Battle Hymn of the Republican
UnConventional
Wretch
Bang for Buck
Ode to the RNC
Zell's Hell
Dumber Cum Laude
Cross Purposes
Nave-ery
Born Again
T-Iran-ical
Gethsameagain
2005
Court Caught
Fraternize
Via Dolorosa
A Pall
Retrospective
Ode to Shakespeare's 'Titus Andronicus'
Gored
Afterthought
Intestimonial
The Potter Blotter
Bull
Noah Anew
Abushed
ChemiCall
Intraheinously
2006
AreYouIll, Sharon?
Courtroversy
Teed Off!
Mind the Bollocks!
Unpheasant
Eerily
Carackers!
Peacemeal
Bomb-Bay
Fine Gold
Deliverance
Green Zone
Selah
Cananical
Chávez
Amexico
A Pox o' Lips
Underthrow
Murdrimony
Half-Bakered
Pin-Head
Damn Sad
2007
Airport
Mal Olor
Whimper
Blare
Gone-zales?
Quel Damage!
Blare—II
Dieu Est Mon Droit
Nincompoop
Nerosis
Myth
Pardon?
2008
Bill of Blights
Obomination
Jeremiad
Down-Hill
Ill-literate
The Gospel According to St. Nuke
Sty Me
Bailful
Unforgivable
Obama, What Art Thou?
Obamoration
Bootiful
Verses Versus Empire: II
2009
Ghastly
Time Out
Ignobel
2010
Pill-fered
SpOiled
Pronoun Punditry
Visionary
2011
Shiitake
Binned Laden
Bishoprick
Furnace
2012
Class Warfare
No Right to Fire Arms
2013
Cardinal Sin
Dispatch Her
May-hem
2014
Demagogue
Olym-peeon
Fed Up!
Pharaohics
Daft Under
Xmassed
2015
Outfoxed
Je Suis Humanité!
Bliar
Neo-Auschwitz
Pleasantries
Unsound
Twelve Years a Tortured Detainee
Funeral of the Absurd
Herculean
Frack Off!
Lynched
Thrown!
Deep Fryed!
Ttip-off
XL
Get Carta
High-Minded
Retread
Dicing
Embassy
Sami
Dafter Under
Paedo Files
Grass Roots
Her Majesty's Banking Corporation
Son of Cain
The A to Z of Torture
Decimation
Buzz
Misery
Ah Kayla
Campaign
Regaled
Sanctimedious
Reactionary
Chapel Mosque
Godma
Hosen Crisis
Dafterer Under
Infierno Porteño
Misery—II
Sickago
Nuclear Bong
Bust
Dumb Founded
Too Soon
Redder Square
Insecure
Insecurer
Crumble
Stink
Iced
Flipped
Misery—III
Fishfood
Spat
Cottonmouth
Overview
Supreme Kafka
Goliathed
Van-guard
Oily
Dronewall
Refuse
Climax
Down-Hill—II
Breathless
Death Row
Splitting Image
Iranic
Disproportionate
Camerwrong
Doomed
An Awfully Orwellian Adventure
Black and Blue
Dark Night in Colorado
Penalty Shot
Veiled
Get Carta—II
Redwash
Banged Up
Dentonated
Cannibalized
2016
The UnDemocrat
Super Doomsday
Aipish
Pandemonic
Leaked Obama Apology for Hiroshima Stuns Pentagon
Endrossment
Dis-pair
Not Nice
No Rico
Triumpant
Clumped
Stand-Off
Agender
Trumplesome
Tumult
Hindsight
Dregs
Verses Versus Empire: III
2017
Size Matters, Mr. Trump !
Karmakaze
The Citizenship Candidate
The End of Time
Imp…
Downfall
The Whole Hog
The Impeachment Principle
Customs
Diverted
Faut Pas !
Con-Scripted
Diss-May !
Fine-toothed Comey
Yemented
Muddied
FourthRight
Mental
Take 20
Arid Zona
Base
Fired
Praising With Faint Condemn
Con-Session
Trumped Up !
The Death of Death
Joeke !
Doused
Dark Hour
Dank
Let's Invade Saudi Arabia !
Aung-uish
End (Miller) Times
Genuflections
Pobre Rico
Macabre !
Silencer
Bankorrupt
Franco-file
Brute Force
Billked
Buena Onda
Douggèd
Cream Pai
Lexiconned
2018
Go, Ahed !
Button up !
Trump's Dump
The Body Politicked
Gun Controlled
Supreme-acists
Reality Check
Rexation
Phony Terrorism Event Triggers World War III
Hapless
Brazen
Ghastly—II
Irany
Accuntable
Summize
Jeffing Hell !
Trump's Little Hostages
First-Class Flight
Fissile
Moscowspiracy
In Yer Facebook !
Tirant
Carackers—II
No Santo !
Reality Check—II
Dark Matter
Hadenough !
Hadenough !—II
Hadenough !—III
Murder Most Saud !
Murder Most Saud !—II
Trump Tribulations
Satanics
Backlass
Whit-less
Grave Error
Resounded
2019
Un Kinder
Diss-Cursive
Diss-Closure
Diss-Pence
'Til Death Do Us Part
Poll Axed
The Wiki Man
C’est La Guerre!
Murder Most Saud !—III
Raw
Pompastic
Sapped !
Parch-ment
Windbags
A.B.U.S.E.
Trump’s Little Captives
Challenge
Trump’s Little Victims
QuadWrangle
Tăoyàn !
Prosaic
A New Earth
Boorish
En Masse
Tarred
Greater!
Greatness
Disfavored
Baklash
Cop Out
Quid Pro Long
Brokered
2020
Ire
The Awakening
Implosion
Sin It
Appeal
Brexsick
Covidious
Covidious—II
Peaceful Reflections on a Pandemic
Peaceful Reflections on a Pandemic—II
A Virus Speaks
A Virus Speaks—II
Preoccupation
Pandemedia
Viperus
Pandemonic
FOiled
Bigle's Lament
Memorial Murder
Herald
On Awakening Empathy
Poetry. Prophecy. Protest. Prose.
Our Champion Pathogen
Karma-la
DNC… PDQ… AOC
Jacob’s Ladder
L-ish
On Virulent Government
Livid
Notoriety
Unquenchable
The End-Times Election
Dead Man Walking
The Blesscurse
Postcard to the Future
Overkill
Unbidden
The Princess President
An Intercessory Intervention
Vial
Audit
2021
A Vacuous Vaccine
2 Little 2 Late
ROut!
Biddable
Sin It—II
Conclusion?
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From the Author
Obama's Dream (Sample)
Wings of Desire
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Notes
Foreword
John VanDyke Wilmerding
Great literature, especially poetry, can tell us who we are. The poet holds a mirror up to nature, reflecting back to us our deeper selves.
Let me commend to you an exemplar and gifted practitioner in this art. To read his verses is a richly rewarding encounter, even helping us to smile and laugh through the most painful developments in our recent history.
I first ran into Abdiel in the late 1990s when I served as Charter Secretary of the United Nations Working Party on Restorative Justice. I was struck and inspired by his encyclopedic knowledge of Shakespeare, but then came to value his deeper vision, both for myself and for my own audiences and correspondents. Over the years, he has honed his faculties as an artist to such a degree that I have taken to calling him ‘Bard’, conferring on him the title of Poet Laureate of the John Woolman College of Active Peace, an organization I helped found in 2004.
Abdiel’s Verses Versus Empire books are a treasured resource for historians and humanitarians alike, cutting through the veil of culturally conditioned perceptions, testifying to the follies and foibles of the human condition in general, and the political class in particular, and illuminating the ways of peace.
And so I present you with a poet for this tumultuous century, one who thinks and writes in the spirit of Shakespeare and the early prophets, one who has helped deepen our knowledge of ourselves in transformational ways, and whose creative spirit I have come to love.
John VanDyke Wilmerding
UN Working Party on Restorative Justice (1996-1997)
Founder, John Woolman College of Active Peace
Brattleboro, Vermont, USA
Introduction
Covid's appearance in 2020 ushered in a new era of transformation for the world and its peoples—transformation for the better. At the outset, fear was the dominant response, but as we have heard, love casts out fear, love is even stronger than death, and love regards this virus as our best hope to heal the planet, its peoples, and its species.
Covid's structure alone is reason to infer this. You've probably seen the magnified images, of a bright central sphere surrounded by dark goads. And the virus is certainly goading us now, but it is the bright halo structure behind those goads that sings of a higher—and I dare say, divine—purpose.
There is much more to this analysis, which you will find in the closing year of this 20-year collection, but suffice to say that the 'pandemic' has come to set us free from the structures of exploitation and enslavement—structures championed by both Democrat and Republican administrations in the United States—that have been oppressing planet and peoples and species.
It was George W. Bush's fraudulent installation in the White House by Supreme Court decree in 2001, that first prompted me to write political poetry. Then came '9/11', followed by the ludicrous fiction of a 'War on Terror', opportunistic assault on the U.S. Constitution, and pretexted invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq. Meanwhile, Bush would invoke divine will as justification for his atrocities, and Love compelled me ¹ to dethrone his blasphemies!
Then came eight years of Obama, whose charm, honeyed words, and vague proclamations of 'change' glossed over his litany of imperial abuse: presiding over the longest war in which the U.S. had ever been involved; killing more people with drone strikes than any previous president; overseeing a record number of deportations; and prosecuting more whistleblowers than all previous presidents combined! By the end of his reign, as noted by The Intercept in an article of Dec. 6, 2016, Obama handed over to Trump bombing campaigns in seven countries, a legally unaccountable drone program, and an open prison at Guantanamo Bay.
²
And then came Trump, whose most useful achievement, other than being the only U.S. president ever to be impeached twice, was to strip away the righteous veneer of empire so skilfully applied by his polished predecessor in the service of global rape, genocide, torture, and resource theft. As Trump's term draws to a close, we can expect no better from Obama's former vice president, Joe Biden, nor Biden's cop-shielding running mate, Kamala Harris. Meanwhile, 'progressive' politicians who hope to push
Biden are kidding themselves.
Against this background, I have hailed Covid 'Our Champion Pathogen', wielding a power to change the world that petitions, protests, and polls can only dream of—much as Moses wielded plague against Pharaoh in Egypt to effect abolition. Nor can the virus be tear-gassed, tortured, or tazed, physically or financially coerced, extradited, locked behind walls, or intimidated in any way. In short, it is our perfect activist.
My pieces herein exploring the prophetic import of Covid are largely in prose, and I have used prose for some short stories too, such as The Citizenship Candidate and The Awakening. But for the most part, this collection is in poetry. Why? Well, for one thing, it's what I do best. Also because, like the war for Troy imagined by Homer in The Iliad; the fall of Satan in Milton's Paradise Lost; or the founding of Rome in Virgil's The Aeneid, some themes are simply too majestic for prose. The same motivation has informed my own epic poems as well: Elijah, in which I retell the prophet's life and miracles; and Obama's Dream where, on the wings of angels, I take the former president on a night-time journey of revelation.
Recall, too, that in our foundation story, God said, Let there be Light!
That is a line of poetry! And if poetry can create worlds and universes, then it can certainly change this world!
Poetry can also serve as a rallying call, as demonstrated in August 2017 when CNN's Jim Acosta quoted from The New Colossus—the sonnet inscribed on the Statue of Liberty—to challenge the Trump administration's decrees on immigration. I explore this idea further in my poems Base (August 2017) and Prosaic (Aug. 13, 2019).
Consider too, poetry's power to convey unpleasant truths—likened by the Italian poet Torquato Tasso to honey brushed on the rim of a cup that convinces a sick child to take his medicine! ³
Meanwhile, what has prose achieved of late in effecting politicsal change? Much as I admire the writings of fellow luminaries of political thought—such as Russell Brand, Noam Chomsky, Naomi Klein, or Arundhati Roy—their fine work has barely landed a scratch on the imperial beast who runs the show in Washington, D.C. and in capitals around the world. Prose can make its fine arguments to the mind, but the mind is not ready to receive them unless poetry has first lifted the veil and inclined the heart to fall in love with truth.
Beyond wishing to uplift and entertain, this collection serves as historical record of events and trends over 20 years, both in the U.S. and in other nations. To that end, I have supplied extensive footnotes with historical background. I don't claim to have covered everything, however, and encourage readers to search the online archives and transcripts of Democracy Now! for deeper investigation. This independent news site, and the analysis provided by its articulate and well-informed guests, is the raw material for most of the topics in this collection.
I hope these verses will create new connections between people, based on the celebration of poetry and art common to humanity, as opposed to meaningless identification with a particular country based on the geographical accident of having been born there! My own geographical accident was to be born in the U.S. to British parents, conferring on me dual nationality. I trust this background, along with years of living and working in both countries, will excuse the dual spellings herein. But perhaps my nativity in the English language as a whole, inheriting both the tradition of Shakespeare and the language of present-day empire, was no accident! Now is the time to attest that the pen really is mightier than the sword, and the poet's pen more than any other!
Abdiel LeRoy
Verses Versus Empire: I
The Bush Era
2001
George W.'s Hoedown
as he celebrates his ascendancy to the White House, Jan. 20, 2001
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Verse 1
Well I'm elected President,
Oh isn't it a thrill?
I get to ride in limousines
Though the seats are stained by Bill. ¹
I walk in Daddy's footsteps
But he sits in the chair
While I play in the Oval crèche,
I think that's very fair.
Verse 2
I have all my daddy's friends
To tell me what to do.
They tell me when to blow my nose
And when to take a poo.
They call me Mr. President,
I have so many fans.
Oh I am so excited man,
I almost wet my pants!
Verse 3
This is the American dream,
My calling from the Lord
'Cept when they use them big words,
It makes me really bored.
I prefer to take a ride
Down to the Treasury,
So I can pay back all my friends
(rall.) Who bought those votes for me!
The Undiscovered Country
letter to Governor of Oklahoma, Mar. 1, 2001
Robert Clayton stands accused
Of crimes he cannot defend
And for his transgressions the court decrees
His life must surely end.
They say this fellow has a low IQ,
They say he's none too bright,
But he knows the difference 'twixt life and death
And tells the day from night.
Now some may think it a blessing
To end a weary life
And some decide death for themselves
With pills or gas or knife.
But making that call for another
Is such a fearful thing,
To play both God and executioner,
The death knell's dirge to ring.
For God demands accounting
On final judgment day,
And for the hastening of that time,
Good souls devoutly pray.
So keep in mind eternity
When witnesses you spurn
To exile a soul to the other country
From whence no one return, ¹
When you overlook a suspect,
A lost
confession invoke,
And then the allegèd murder weapon
With phony blood stains soak!
Who knows if his heels shall kick at Heaven ²
Or St. Peter welcome him in?
'Tis not our business to say who'll ascend
Or who'll go down in sin. ³
But have a mind for your own fate:
A sheep or fallen goat? ⁴
Your destiny may well depend
On what you did under oath!
Mar. 1, 2001
The Watchman Calls
Robert Clayton was put
to death today amid a flurry of last-minute appeals for clemency and despite an avalanche of calls and letters expressing concern about the legal standing of his conviction and the dubious origin of evidence used to convict him.
As he lay on the cross-shaped instrument of death, with arms spread wide to receive the lethal toxins, he seemed to be engaged in conversation, and though his words were unintelligible to the onlookers present, experts have since discerned the following dialogue from recordings made at the time:
Voice: I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me shall never die.
¹
Clayton: Remember me in Heaven.
Voice: I tell you the truth; this very day you shall see me in Paradise.
²
Some onlookers observed that the dying man appeared to smile.
Other parties, however, are strongly disputing this version of events, among them the highly prominent organization, Order of Cain. We applaud the State of Oklahoma for its courageous act,
said a spokesman, who took a few minutes out from raucous celebrations at the group's headquarters last night to answer questions.
The closely related religious group, Fiends of Tartarus, though less inclined to dispute the reported death-bed conversation of Clayton, are quick to praise those who were instrumental in bringing the execution about. We're very proud of these guys,
said Moloch, one of the leading lights of this movement. We're pretty keen to get them here as quickly as possible so we can thank them personally.
Another source, who spoke on condition of anonymity, said that in the meantime, certain of the Tartarus contingent had already been dispatched to each person involved in the execution, to accompany them in their travels, to whisper advice throughout the day, and to fill their dreams at night.
Among the several arguments proffered by Fiends is that Clayton was a man of dim wit and inarticulate speech, and therefore of little use to men.
But these claims are met with strong rebuke by the up-wing Assembly of Servants. God chose the foolish things of this world to shame the wise,
³ said spokesman Raphael, adding that the assembly has authenticated the veracity of Clayton's dying conversation. The blood of the innocent cries out to Heaven. And I cannot bring myself to say of the people involved, 'Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.' They knew exactly what they were doing!
Today, Clayton was greeted in Heaven amid the sound of trumpets in a great ceremony attended by saints and angels. Though reporters were not privy to the celebrations, several attendees reported that he was presented with the Martyr's Crown, one of the highest honors ever bestowed.
Robert's treasure is stored in Heaven,
said Assembly press agent Abdiel, ⁴ and the hand of man shall never harm him again.
Doubtless the controversy will continue unless, as Clayton himself petitioned (in what his close friend, Mark William Olson, termed one of the accused's enduring prayers
), evidence is some day uncovered to prove his innocence.
Today, the Council of Heaven issued a press release stating that the day of the Lord's return
had been brought forward in response to our brother's treatment… Robert wept for blood he had not spilt and paid with his own blood. Let not mortals think that Heaven will stand idly by and let men commit such atrocities with impunity,
it said.
Mar. 1, 2001
Dooh Nibor
on Senate approval of bankruptcy legislation, Mar. 15, 2001
Dooh Nibor ¹ set off one night
In his pinstriped suit of blue,
Sailed into Congress on lobbyist's flight
With his colleagues the favored few.
O where are you going and what do you wish?
The President asked with glee.
"I have come for the souls of men to fish
In glorious killing spree.
I have new laws of bankruptcy!"
Said dapper Dooh Nibor.
The president laughed and sang a song
As he imbibed the banker's brew,
And the fortune that sped him all night long
Continued to accrue.
Nibor could catch little souls like fish
In debtor's captivity.
"Now cast your debts wherever you wish,
You'll have your banker's fee."
So cried the Chief of Mendacity
To dashing Dooh Nibor.
The credit unions having failed to kill,
Nibor turned his spite to the poor,
And bound Chapter Seven as he lay sleeping still
In the arms of congressional whore. ²
With impunity now could he put out his eyes
And haunt the forest and wood,
And though he is deaf to the orphan's cries,
He'll tell you that he is no hood,
But read his name in reverse if you would
Of duping Dooh Nibor.
All night long Dooh's debts he threw
On the souls in each stricken home,
Then up from the depths came with devilish crew ³
Drafting a legal tome.
The blood of souls to Heaven redeemed
Cried out, this cannot be!
And some folks thought 'twas a nightmare they'd dreamed
Of crushing penury, ⁴
But I shall name you that dean of decree,
Disingenuous Dooh Nibor.
The president has two beady eyes
Both set in a dumb little head,
And Dooh Nibor who tells bankers' lies
Likes to share his trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes if poverty stings,
Go down on bended knee,
And you shall see such hideous things
As angels weep to see,
For the president embraced the robbery
Of devious Dooh Nibor.
Mar. 15, 2001
Volte-Face
on Senator James M. Jeffords' announcement he is leaving the Republican Party, May 24, 2001
Before embarking on his one-man spree
To rob the nations of their pastures green,
The Chief had pledged bipartisan to be,
But now digests the venom of his spleen. ¹
For one good senator's courageous bid
To stand for conscience, though it may cost him,
The G.O.P.'s majority undid,
So Bush's prospects are diminishing.
In zeal to quash all moderate dissent,
The White House once resolved to silence him
By meting out censure and punishment,
But now is stung by giant-killing Jim!
May 2001
Shrubettes
on an incident involving George W. Bush's daughters in Austin, Texas
Jenna Bush is hitting the sauce again
And making the front page.
We read all about it in the Daily News
Of her drinking underage.
This daughter who loves a tipple
Once sent the Feds to fetch
Her drunken friend from jail one night,
Poor alcoholic wretch.
This time her sister was with her
As she plied her feminine wiles
To coax a margarita or two
With cutesiness and smiles.
From the school of Austin to Yale in the north,
In binges, parties, and sprees,
The naughty lasses gaily indulge
Their Aryan disease.
Like many girls at this tender age,
The Shrubettes just love to rock,
And in this aspect each of them is
A chip off the old block.
For Barbara is no angel,
She even takes the lead,
And this older twin, her sister's keeper,
Is partial to her speed. ¹
This seems to bear out the adage
As in the Bible's decree,
That the sins of the father are visited
On the children, as we see.
The pair of Bushes are anointed
The family curse to pay:
Debasement of the watering hole,
The all-American way.
Now Bush is our nation's father,
A thought from which to shrink,
But to have him as your daddy at home
Must drive a girl to drink!
May 2001
Rude
Sonnet on infidelity of New York City Mayor, Rudy Giuliani
A wound far worse than living death is bled
Seeing a loved one break a solemn pledge.
To take another to the marriage bed ¹
Is through a faithful heart to drive a wedge.
The outcome of annulment or divorce
Just formalizes death died long before,
For infidelity is what enforce
A murder by adulterer or whore.
But when the cheated spouse must daily see
The dalliance that's flaunted to her eyes
And loses office and security,
She's killed anew in gubernatorial guise.
So Mr. Mayor, mitigate the hurt,
And find an alley for your bit of skirt!
May 2001
Europud
on George W. Bush's tour of Europe and mooning
by Swedish protesters
Bush proudly waves the U.S. flag abroad
and in Texan tradition, he's shooting first
then asking questions. So amid discord,
the nations are in missile-talk immersed:
hoping that Bush's yen for toxic gas
stops short of mushroom clouds. Even the Swedes
break out to openly revolt en masse,
while France and Germany decry his deeds.
Vikings have ceased former rampaging ways,
but as our leader's reputation reeks,
they re-enact the rites of ancient days,
burning the U.S. flag with barefaced cheek.
Bush calls all this new receptivity
and samples Belgian chocolate in their land,
but like a Hershey next to Cadbury,
he's selling Europe a substandard brand.
With Wim, ¹ Romano, ² Vaclav, ³ and Goeran, ⁴
there George is rubbing shoulders gleefully.
In type of the ugly American,
he hawks his new kind of diplomacy:
that when you are a byword to the nations,
your reputation stained, under a cloud,
don't bother to repair global relations;
just speak your gibberish, only more loud!
June 2001
Blowing Smoke
on Attorney General John Ashcroft's settlement of U.S. Justice Department lawsuit against tobacco industry
Old Yella with his nicotine-stained hands
must feel entitled to make strong demands
to get the legal system off his back
and keep ill-gotten profit in the black,
his campaign funding a small price to pay
to sweep this multi-billion suit away.
Ashen John Ashcroft, to appease and please,
capitulating rather than reprise
the salutary thrust of Clinton's suit,
would have tobacco giants keep their loot,
So as Attorney General starves for cash
the former cause, and by pronouncement rash
proposes settlement on easy terms,
inflames addiction to America's burns.
Thus has the Bush regime its reign begun
with scant regard for the American lung,
and we are left to beg the vexing question,
unanswered since an infamous election:
when righteous causes seem to come unstuck,
what deals in smoke-filled rooms are being struck?
June 20, 2001
Olympus Shook
on terrorism in New York City, Sept. 11, 2001
Even at Noon, dishonored Dian kept
Her crescent vigil ¹ in the stricken air.
Bravely the goddess sailed, though she wept:
Bright pearl defiled by terrorism's tear.
Still poured the smoke and blotted out the sun
As Pandemonium relished the rape:
A maid besmirched, her trauma just begun,
And at nightfall the stars on horror gape.
Even Mars blushes, champion of War —
His fiery countenance to Earth expressed
By red reflection in the dire downpour —
To see his rules so flouted and transgressed.
End-times upon us, the Apocalypse
Unfolds, when day to dusky sackcloth turns, ²
The Brooklyn skyline shadowed in eclipse,
While smeared with soot, downtown Manhattan burns.
But Dian is a huntress, arrow-armed,
And swift as lightning has her dart dispatched,
Avenging innocent Humanity harmed
On demons that Inferno's horrors hatched.
This day forever lives in infamy:
September the 11th, Two Thousand One,
A worse deed yet of foul atrocity
Than that vile act of 1941.
Today these other kamikazes lunged
Into America's heart, the bloody gash
Of which still flows where souls in anguish plunged
From towering windows and the choking ash.
But terror-makers everywhere shall learn,
As did the rebels by the Lord beset,
That fires of righteous fury fiercely burn,
And Goodness is more terrifying yet! ³
Sept. 11, 2001
Doomsday
on the aftermath of '9/11' in New York City
Why shines the sun so brightly
On our city in rubble heaped?
Why play cool breezes softly
On our ashes in blood-stain steeped?
Why were the angels silent
When this plot was being hatched?
Why did they take no action
'Til souls to Heaven dispatched?
Why have no words been invented
To describe what here befell?
We had not witnessed until this day
Such nearness to Hell.
A city's become a death-ditch
Worse than Dante ever conceived.
Through plastered soot, the tears are streaming
From kin and kind bereaved.
We print our loved-ones' pictures
Hoping against hope they live.
We throng to puncture our veins and bleed,
Like sacrifice to give.
The terms atrocity
, catastrophe
Scarce start our shock to tell.
Vainly descriptions are bandied about
Amid the infernal smell.
The principalities of the Underworld
Throng all to Acheron's shore.
Cheering the mastermind of mayhem,
Hell's host is heard to roar.
But brief is Hades jubilant
That our ruins smolder and burn.
This villainy serves but to hasten
The Day of our Lord's return!
September 2001
Aftermath
post '9/11'
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Alas! Three weeks have passed, none else alive.
The air is stained yet with the stench of death.
The subterranean fires still feast and thrive
To mingle with the living remnant's breath.
Twelve fathom deep, into a stinking hole
Men swim through filth, one beating heart to find,
And in reflection of the Shepherd's role, ¹
Would not leave any of the flock behind.
For a short while, a gothic site was kept:
The vestige of man's power stood as an altar ²
Where rescuers into the fire had leapt
To spare their kin. Their courage did not falter.
Now flint-faced firemen their tears have shed
Upon the rubble shrine, and workers toil
To close the maw of Hell that glutton fed
On human flesh, and cleanse the sullied soil.
We face the fathomless iniquity ³
Wordsworth foresaw in augury's remark:
Cloaked in the nature of Infinity,
Suffering is permanent, obscure, and dark. ⁴
How did they dare? How did they dare to maim
God's image in mankind and so conspire?
How did they dare, in blaspheming the name
Of God, tear down the multilingual spire? ⁵
We genteel citizens in Union Square
Discuss the crisis and propound our hunch
How terrorists are ousted from their lair,
While ashes tumble on our peace-time brunch.
And I, observing from a far-off screen,
The spoils of spectacle may idly reap,
Look in the mirror, contemplate and preen,
Retire to bed and hold my manhood cheap. ⁶
October 2001
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
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Miss Moneypenny! Radiant as ever!
Says Bond with his characteristic charm.
You'd best get in there, James!
"Why Moneypenny,
You must have read my mind!
O get in there!"
In mock exasperation she replies.
"M's in a real state, been on the phone
All day with the Prime Minister he has!"
Door opens. Bond. Her Majesty's agent,
Licenced to kill, enters the room. "Ah Bond!
Come in! Matter of greatest urgency.
Bin Laden, hiding in Afghanistan.
A vicious fellow, devilish piece of work.
Blows up civilians, hijacks planes, kills children.
Works with the Taliban, a nasty lot.
I haven't seen the like of them since SPECTRE. ¹
The CIA's been after him for years.
To no avail of course. It's up to you!
Your job is to destroy him at all costs.
He's bad news, Bond. And you're the best we've got.
Now get along to Q and get your gadgets."
Deep in the secret testing area,
Bond enters. Morning Q, where are my gadgets?
"Oh grow up, 007! 'Devices!'
That's what we call them nowadays — 'Devices!'
The usual tricks: a missile-guiding watch,