Dead
Hell, they’re just black
savages.
3,000,000 / Belgian Congo
The virile Mao took an
annual swim
in his river of blood.
56,000,000 / China
Would the rotting corpses,
end-to-end, reach the moon?
And their stench reach the
nose of the Emperor?
1,750,000 / Japan
A carpet of dead bodies
so a few could wipe their
feet.
20,000,000 / World War I
How many disemboweled
bodies, hearts exploded,
brains splattered, souls
lost in frozen mud?
25,000,000 / Soviet Russia
Men, women and children
became meat.
Spirit became meat. Victory
must be fed.
55,000,000 / World War II
.
Killing neighbors, friends,
brothers, children,
really meant killing
themselves.
600,000 / Spain
Severed limbs and hacked
bodies. Blood-screams
of hate and powerlessness.
Whispers of non-violence
1,000,000 / India-Pakistan
Whomever you kill, bathe in
their blood, lie in the grave with
them. Explain the madness.
4,000,000 / Korea
Some died in vain. Some innocent. Some scared. Some in battle.
Some believing. Some by
their own hand. Some heroes.
Some still remain the living
dead.
3,000,000 / Vietnam
Their mourners, flies and
maggots. Their shrouds, parched earth.
Their coffins, the arms of
their mothers.
8,000,000 / Nigeria
Night after night…TV. Piles
of empty eyes
at the moment just before…
2,500,000 / Ethiopia
Rouge. Red. Blood. Stains.
Spurts. Warm. Spill. Soak.
Hack. Slash. Wash. Eat.
Drink. Piss. Fuck. Die.
1,700,000 / Khmer Rouge
Each bullet propelled by a
good cause. Each body torn open
for the very best reason.
Each child dead for the political good.
1,700,000 / Afghanistan
God permitted us to shoot
them down, to cut them down,
to rape them down, to stand
tall on mountains of their dead flesh.
1,000,000 / Iran-Iraq
Dead.
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