Osama Bin Laden

With a twinge of insincerity,
trying too hard,
Obama mildly proclaimed that the
world was a better place,
we should celebrate,
because a man was dead,
hunted for years, no
longer a threat,
yay blood.

People were shouting "USA" on the White House
lawn for the death of a man
Who believed deeply in national and religious sovreignty,
the evil of American meddling, and the utter depravity of
a JerseyShoreEminemDesperateHousewife
culture, a godless "Great Satan" of blood and greed,
A man who, given American support and
weapons, was encouraged to wage Jihad against
the Russians trying to conquer Afghanistan,
the Soviet Vietnam, and then hunted out of that same country
by the same spooks, thirty years later. From wealth, he could
have sat back and watched tv, married many wives, and played
golf. He had other hobbies.
He got involved, and like us he believed in
guns.

On Sept. 11th 3,000 Americans died as collateral. The targets: 1)World
Trade, the God of WTOs and GDPs, exporting a consumer society. 2)The
Pentagon, that goes without explaining, and ostensibly the White House or maybe
the CIA? No one asked why. No one thought "ya know, maybe we deserved that."
No, it was only anger, revenge, hurt. So now, later ten years and hundreds
of thousands of bodies...

One hastily buried at sea. Murmurs of cover-ups, a statement? A liquidation of
a former favoured son?

The president's pasted-on rhetoric, his eyes
never flinching, but perhaps I saw confusion and disgust,
announced his candicacy for re-election, look what I've done
Osama Bin Laden is dead. The war hawks and the leech
men have won again, we know now the candy-coated sheen of diplomacy,
the tipped lance beneath a proferred hand.

I was praying for redemption,
That we could somehow be better for better than
this, bullets in the back of the head.