Wednesday, January 14, 2015

The Word goes Marching In

The words, the words go,
Marching in.
Hurrah! Hurrah!

They infect your mind,
Get under your skin.
Hurrah! Hurrah!

You can shoot the words, they’ll split in two,
Multiply and come for you.
The words go marching in.

You can chop the hand that writes the words,
Hurrah! hurrah!
Deploy your programmed suicide herds,
Hurrah! hurrah!

But your Taliban, your totalitarian State,
Your ignorance, your lowly hate –
The words keep marching in.

The words aren’t led by blind submission,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Aren’t scared by violence, don’t need your permission,
Hurrah! hurrah!

You can rape a woman, flog a man,
Institute a draconian ban
The words go marching in.

Suppress what makes the masses think,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Burn a book, block a link,
Hurrah! Hurrah!

Chant your slogans as she bleeds –
The words keep marching in.

Supreme Leaders who resemble fatted deer?
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Kim dynasties of torture and fear?
Hurrah! Hurrah!

Your threats of terror are fodder for our jokes,
Your retributions a laughable hoax –
The words go marching in.

You can gag a mouth, sever a head,
Hurrah! hurrah!
Warn journalists they'll soon be dead,
Hurrah! Hurrah!

But it doesn’t matter what you do or say,
The words assemble in their satirical way –
And keep on marching in.

Ride up on your homophobic Bear,
Hurrah! hurrah!
Blast a plane of civilians from the air,
Hurrah! Hurrah!

But the words aren't impressed by your lies,
Your former might, your Orthodox ties –
The words go marching in.

You can strap a bomb to a child's back,
Hurrah! hurrah!
Slaughter for the intelligence you lack,
Hurrah! Hurrah!

But your al Qaeda, Boko Haram, KKK
Your 72 virgins, your Judgement Day –
The words keep marching in.

They aren’t silenced by your extremist ideals,
Hurrah! hurrah!
Dogma, cult or genocidal appeals,
Hurrah! Hurrah!

Regardless your myth, your god, your evil decree,
Your distortions, your appeal to authority –
The words go marching in.

They outwit your literal interpretations,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Make fun of your righteous indignations,
Hurrah! Hurrah!

They parody your Scientology,
Your clams, your thetans, your ideology   
The words keep marching in.

Your white supremacy, your funny hats,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Concentration camps and threadbare mats,
Hurrah! Hurrah!

The words don’t care for your theocracy,
See through the religious hypocrisy –
And keep on marching in.

Your backward practices, your inferior view,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The intimidation you sputter and spew.
Hurrah! Hurrah!

Your irrational belief, your bigotry,
Your contempt for all humanity –
The words keep marching in.

They don’t recognize claims of divine succession,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Are immune to acts of atrocity and oppression,
Hurrah! Hurrah!

For the words are love, wisdom and knowledge,
They are eternal, immortal, enlightened and free.
They are power, they are fearless –
They are crusaders of Democracy.

And the words keep marching in...