No Vonneguts, No Glory

Cowboys or Indians? Pinkerton to Taliban, Tijuana to Nicaragua: It smells like fear. Vietnam to Afghanistan: It tastes like tears. They're crying, crying, they're crying their eyes. They're dying, dying, they're dying to stay alive. I have a dream, I'm down on my knees, Choking, Gagging. I hear a voice Stuck on repeat It says, "Place your right hand over your heart, Ready, begin,” But I won't. I won't pledge. I won't pledge allegiance 'til You pledge to never kill another human being N.R.A. to Enola Gay: The end is near. Yes, I object, Just like Vonnegut, I'll have none of it: Long live ice-9