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The audience at the annual gathering of Wisconsin progressives -- the Fighting Bob Fest -- leaped to their feet to photograph the die-in that accompanied the Raging Grannies' rendition of "Drones in the Sky" on Saturday, September 15, at the Alliant Energy Center arena.
The No Drones Wisconsin drone replica had pride of place in the arena, right next to the stage and the photographs of Robert "Fighting Bob" La Follette. On a day on which many speakers wrestled with the difficulty many voters face in supporting Barack Obama, and when Green Party candidate Jill Stein's strong speech gave them a reason to consider alternatives, the issue of the current administration's drone killings was never far from people's minds. Phil Donahue, one of the featured speakers, began his remarks by saying, "I see we have the drone here today ... " and proceeded to decry the extrajudicial execution carried out by Obama and company.
"DRONES IN THE SKY"
Below are words to "Drones in the Sky," lyrics by Jan Harwood, Albuquerque Grannies, and Connie Graves, Tucson Grannies, to be sugn to the tune of "Home on the Range."
Where no Predators roam
Where no pilot-less lethal planes fly.
Where poor folks are safe! In their own living space!
And drones rain no death from the sky.
(Refrain 1)
Drones, drones in the sky
Who knows o'er which country they'll fly?
And if their bombs hit! Off target a bit!
Innocent people will die.
Oh we want a place
Where there's no space arms race
Where robotics and drones are all banned
Where no video war
Sends drones off to soar
Uncder yours or my country's command
(Refrain 2)
Eyes, eyes in the sky
Their targets can all go awry
And those in their sight! Have no chance of flight!
It's a program that we must defy.
The Silver Drone with Coca-Cola Cluster
ReplyDeleteby michael hall
What audacity it must take to set yourself apart from those who serve in the pressure cooker
for a kid gangsta of capitalism to sip a cold coke tightly clasped
while the other hand is stroking a joystick & with just gentle pressure
8000 miles away human beings who have never done his or hers any harm are now droned into bugsplat
What exceptional bravery this act of aggressive violence must trigger
for s/he might suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome or bear a blister on the finger
with nerves of steel ne'er to complain for lives are at stake so s/he carries on & pushes the button of terror
careful, what if the soda spilled thereby rendering the keyboard useless? Oh the horror!
To wreak out death upon terrorists diabolically disguised as sheep-herding children, ah the discerning bravery
to slaughter dangerous pregnant women at a bridal shower, what pluck & heroism
to kill marauding medics & first-responders daring to help the wounded from your earlier kill, irreproachable daring
such gallantry and fearlessness one must exhibit to slaughter mourners at a funeral procession
So to show recognition to the brave souls who kill at command at the press of a knob 1/2 a world yonder a distinguished 'warfare' medal of honor has been created to award those who have no honor
announced with grandiose fanfare & full flags a' flapping just the other day by war criminal DS Panetta
this will outrank the bronze star, the purple heart & what a triumph is that america?
Such a propaganda coup d'état by the bureaucrats in subterranean dusty think tanks deem
spun a wonderful way to legitimize a most immoral & illegal act that defines odium
as they flim-flammed & came up with this 'combat' decoration for a most despicable accomplishment
still i wonder what lucky american school kid will be the first to touch one or to toss it down a toilet
Back at home in the united states of mordor in vat is now known as da faterland
a great cackle of cheering among thunderous applause droned at every school, church & walmart throughout the homeland
to praise & pay tribute to those daring war-idols who've earned such a distinguished medal confer
the much coveted and respected; 'Silver Drone with Coca-Cola Cluster'
For who else should earn by total disregard to personal safety with such displays of video gallantry & virtual valor won
nobody else could deserve such a high tribute & renowned award squealed Leon Panetta from atop a nefarious pile of splattered blood & bleached broken bones swept under the rug by the embedded media & acquiescent proletariat
these extraordinary actions by lightening slight of hand manipulation upon a joystick of discriminating death with unthinking critical process performed by our blue-blooded obedient hired guns
to illegally & immorally murder anyone anywhere anytime for any reason above the rule of law is now the definition of American Hero & the legalities for the justification of it are classified..shh . 'secret'
The White Letter from The White House Smells not like a White Rose & it Stinks to High Heaven
ReplyDeleteFirst obama murdered children inside of foreign nations
so the people shopped at walmart to demonstrate their displeasure
then obama assassinated children and other innocents in countries we were not war with
so flags & troops were honored at every sports game around the land in garrulousness gratitude
Some lawyers screamed foul as did a few with conscience akin to Chomsky, Hedges & Blum
but their voices were drowned out by the silence of the bored & apathetic, the meekly submissive
still the good loyal citizens did scream for more guns as their constitutional right
& american idol worship is supposed to be a killer tonight so guess which item takes priority?
Consequently obama & the exalted mighty military murdered an unarmed american across the pond defecating on due process by defacto procedure
so what did WE THE PEOPLE then do you ask?
they gulped downed a blue pill tunneled their head deeper into the sand so to breath more patriotically
hush hush now little children its all a transparent secret nothing to see here just move along
Meanwhile a depressed american teenager with his cousin out looking for his murdered father
stopped along a dirt road at dusk in the heart of a vast desert praying for his dad
sitting around the fire in the middle of a cookout , just these two american kids
when without warning silence was broken by an act of terrorism as they were subsequently droned to smithereens by the us military
Ah but some fires did light up more intensely this time
so obama & his bunch of hooligans had to reluctantly crawl out of their dark dungeon
they argued with legal thickets of sharpened stakes, moats, pickets, shielded by secrets & lies atop turrets no one could reach
through a tapestry of intricate semantics innuendos & bizarre definitions they declared they were upholding the constitution oxymoronically tagging this odium as wise and ethical
Claiming that the research was so sensitive & so secret that it could not be revealed
our divine heroes would then be exposed to violence & that would be quite unamerican
if that happened whistleblowers then would be scapegoated & we know what happens to them
do you really think that renditions & retaliatory vengeance are just deeds of the recent past?
Cattle mooed meekly as they contentedly chewed the crass cud of american idol worship
embedded sheep bleated reverently to the wolves in wool via indoctrination by years of cognitive brainwashing and dissonance bleaching via tv and schoolin'
the superbowl was a commercial success & beyonce lip-synced flawlessly again
& the flags, ah, the flags flew so high & piously, almost above it all, but did i see, a bloodstain, a tear or was it a puff of smoke?
The Slaughter of the Children Drones On & On & On & On
ReplyDeleteWhen the drones are slaughtering innocent children in your name
do you bother to get concerned even when on your knees on Sunday?
or do you just stick your head in the sand blindly support the troops & just not think about whose to blame
but if you dare to care i have list of their names and ages i could give you from the depths of an odious jingo game steal
Do you ever wonder if your joystick violence is really doing any good for anyone?
or do you get the feeling that something is very wrong & your getting spun & fooled
how can you support exported terrorism when your sworn to defend against it
how can you donate freedom &democracy when its getting embezzled from under you by E/O
Every bullet bought is a loaf of bread stolen from the belly of the hungry
& your self-praising charity checkbook fad doesn't seem to dent the starvation
for if you spent 2.2 million every minute, of everyday, of every year since Jesus was born
you would have spent what your nation purchased on the military just in one year
Do you wonder why your schools don't have books & pencils
why your bridges are crumbling down & the roads are potholed like Swiss cheese
while your politicians live in mansions with 5-star chefs lapping at life-long luxury
then again today they announced another bone-cut to the needy, homeless and disabled
How could anyone with a shred of conscience bow before a flag without bending over with nausea
knowing underneath the killing of the innocent is a weekly act in nations we are not at war with
that after a mob- hit, the war-gang fires off another drone when medics & rescuers come to the scene
we've forgotten what we stand for by the very deeds we toe-tag and their is no justification
Now we know by special executive decree memo called a 'white paper'
the Nobel Peace prize holder president has the power to murder americans beyond the law
it is solely up to the president when it comes to life and death and it is all a hush-hush secret
change we have been deceived by has shown the articulate wooly sheep to be but a child-eating wolf
Anyone who murders children by drone and then jokes about it is a sociopath
a leader who becomes a serial killer validated by secret edicts he wont share with his employers is a despot
expansion and consolidation of extreme consolidated power will one day target you and yours
For what goes on abroad in your name will backblow as it comes around to get you and yours tomorrow
Just south of key west at Guantanamo every law, principle & value you hold dear is tortured and molested
across the pond the most nefarious crimes are done in your name with your $ & only with your support
yet at home you pop a blu pill then bury your head deep in the sand far from the massive contradiction
your heart bleeds for Newton yet when your troops do the exact same thing you raise a flag & a stiff arm
For what profits an empire when it can envelop the world and dominate it
yet in the process of accumulation they loose their values, principles and in so doing their very soul
still atonement must be rectified somewhere at some time and justice can be forestalled but not denied
and this is the vision that i dream someday will come to be;
For all the innocent children who've been the victims of the american military machine
i would willingly witness each and everyone of them walk by in front of every war supporter and soldier
to deeply gaze into their eyes to say with conviction, question and horror;
Why did you murder me?
ReplyDeleteDulce Et Decorum Est III & A Taste of Armageddon
(or the empire has no clothes but a disposition matrix)
by michael hall
In due homage to Horace, Owen and Mikhail i humbly nod
for how sweet & glorious it must be to kill or die for God & country by pompous duty with dishonor
so c'mon kiddies, any up for good jingo sport?
who’s hungry & poor, who wants to play the hubris 'anything for profit' killing game?
As effusively embedded newspapers rah rah their pied pier patriotism with journalistic integrity & objectivity ha ha!
as a new battle lies just around the corner & armed forces day just weeks away hooray!
rally loyal citizens to whitewash warm innocuous blood off disgraced musket & sullied polluted flag
strike up the marching parade manifested by destiny down main street usa hey hey!
Awaken & open thine eyes chauvinistic folk, visit & see your overseas deeds of nefarious brutality
for as americans you're liable for this appalling tax-paid violence exported to hamlets & villages
assaulting families who've never did you any harm in lands you've never heard of, nor care less for
so step on up, one & all, for everyone here is accountable & responsible for this odious debacle
Take a trip citizens to the overflowing morgues filled with small smashed bodies, once toddlers full of laughter & life
deeply inhale the rancid stench of scorched flesh crispy burnt to a black bubbly mass by melting phosphorus
gaze into doll dead eyes frozen forever by shock & awe renditioned via your God blessed terror raining down hill
atop a cold gurney a stiff finger from a tiny hand amidst a pile of mangled flesh is pointing at you war supporters
Watch as grief-stricken fathers zombie-wander in shattered stumbling silence
sifting through ragged debris & devastating destruction searching for lost sons & missing daughters
discovering ripped wet mangled body parts strewn about as pieces of a human jig-saw puzzle
taking home the ear, the hand, the foot to be quietly buried while 6000 miles away 'heroes' giggle & dub this 'bugsplat'
Hearken to the heart-piercing shrieks as soul-torn asunder mothers wail like howling wild animals
as they find their loves buried, broken & bloody in the rubble of your glorious works
then if you can, please explain to the unresponsive moaning neonatal orphan
why your armed forces just murdered his parents...by accident, then wave a condolence payment in his face
Celebrate as your special op-forces silently & quickly dig our bullets from civilian bodies
to cover their tracks from being at the wrong address...again
declare a holiday murdered women at a bridal shower or when 4 kids are droned to smithereens while tending sheep
rejoice in exported evil exploits as great american victories for which your war crimes always are
Trust flim-flam, the PR propaganda spin from your MSM complicit mouthpiece
praise your taxes which finances anglo-terrorism through illegal & immoral aggressive violence
raise your false flag ever higher to cover the rising pile where the butchered lie
however dear good christian citizens, do not trust that any civic rag could ever soar over the sick slaying of the innocent
Consider Fallujha surrounded & caged, then the cowering cringing unarmed civilian inhabitants
shot, burned & barbequed like slaughtered sitting ducks in a ‘free-fire zone’ shooting gallery
ponder upon your sanctimonious attack at a school in Bajour where 69 children are massacred by joystick
this is Sand Creek, Wounded Knee, My Lai, Haditha, & other mass-media contorted & distorted great triumphs
which to no doubt in my mind, the next war crime called a ‘battle’ will be anointed too, of course, ta! ta!
ReplyDeletewhite roses flutter from above...(l)
Just another day in der loyal homeland
when the unfaultable troopers are, without a figment of dissent, honored as untouchable gods
in every school at all the churches awash in perpetual patriotic self-praise at the pied piper parades
at each & every sporting event every time over & over, piled upon more &more until you snap to nationalistic attention automatically
& its always the same self-deluding gratuitous unending grandstanding xenophobic bs
Stars will be spangled & the band will be playing as tears gush from pious eyes
eloquent speeches full of bravado & glory for amoral hired guns who execute the bidding of the opulent oligarchy
tears streaming with prideful gratefulness amplified by thunderous clapping, ah such glory
just as the stiff warriors arrive mechanically clutching their soldiers hearts
stoic & resolute as toy soldiers always are
red-eyes raised high to the flag whilst under crackling boots broken little bodies called bugsplat crunch
the little school children set up in the front row like cannon fodder bowling pins lined up for the next frame
as one synchronized complicit machine, good obedient citizens stand to pledge
and it looks so mechanically precise very snake-oiled shined indeed
waving majestically untouched above the rule of law the red & white and blue so pure & true
the monotone response with never a dissent or discord as they speak as one
they pledge incessantly blind obedience to a most cruel deception
just as the patriotic explosion reached its climatic crescendo
something happens that no one could foresee nor anticipate
a horn sounded from high above, then white pieces of paper start fluttering from the blue sky
they shimmered as they twinkled & spun like stars on a dark night
gently, quietly spun and descended
each & everyone a name of a victim of a child that these heroes killed
Hundreds came down
thousands upon thousands
a rolling blizzard of papyrus and silk as it slowly piled to the ankles to rise higher and higher
every forgotten name from every decimated nation, every Mexican who was murdered defending his land every freedom fighting flillipino,every Viet, every afghan, Iraqi, Yemenis, Paki kid slaughtered for freedom
so many kids from so many lands & they kept falling as they kept expanding from the floor
every non soldier from every land where the American military has slaughtered for profit, plunder & policy for national interests every child, every orphan, every crippled son & daughter
names in blood as red as red could be
upon each & everyone a photograph of each and every kid
every child, mother, sister brother father cousin uncle & aunt of those who suffered from the military
silence hushed the crowds as the horn note played on an on was never faltering, never wavering
Then as the last piece fell, as a great silence screamed from the past into the present
you could just discern the gentle sobbing of a school girl
a cry of shame, horror, pain for all the victims that surrounded her, reached for her, touched her
as she slowly laboriously raised her head and looked out the school window
a blue sign caught her eye and she read; 'war is not the answer'
she softly moaned more....she wept for the children, she wept for the solders, she wept for the victims of militarism, she wept for the cost of the colossal lie she now saw through with the lucid sight of a child
then without fanfare she gently prayed for a better day when people would war no more & especially worship no more the warrior and the violence they initiate
but she sniveled & prayed quietly for she was afraid of what others would say
Next day the newspapers headlined; 'Great Terrorist Attack from the Sky'
the president called for heads to roll of course as usual congress rolled too but on its back
anyone caught with any of the notes was subject to indefinite detention by secretive executive order
white roses flutter from above..(ll)
ReplyDeleteall the notes were assembled confiscated shredded then burned in a great bonfire at the white house
for homeland security, for national interests & to protect and ensure the American way of life
the military was sent all over the world to bomb terrorize, rendition, imprison & drone those responsible
But one little school girl named Sophie talked with her friends as they hid in secret
they stared at their crumbled notes with the names of the innocent murdered children
in the dark with a flashlight hidden in the closet they whispered, sniffed and conspired
they made a pact that one day some day as they grew up
all the notes they could gather would be in every school book, in every locker, in every pew in the land.....
on each and every note in the upper corner
the emblem of the white rose next to the child's photograph...the pledge of a schoolgirl named Sophie