We apologize for starting you
and not believing in you.

We apologize for the insane
nationalism of certain
scared rich Americans, who fear
“war on our soil” so bring it
preemptively to foreign regions.

Illegal is irrelevant to the silver-
spooned Ivy League “entitled.”

Bush family secrets, Skull and Bone
sinister eggs hatching in the
heart of the Beast.

American lives bought and sold—
lost and killed, CIA covert squads,
so sad, the Warren Commission
overseeing Kennedy’s case biased
and set on revenge for Ike’s
Bay of Pigs gone wrong, the fired-
by-Kennedy CIA head a member!!

I got bounced from jury duty for less
interest conflicted, Kennedy
assassinated over and over again with
each Chief sworn in on his grave.

Politics here a joke, signatures or money
to get on a ballot—IDEAS?? Shoved to
oblivion are concepts, that fear of
loss driving evil forward, away from peace—

From taking it on the cheek and giving
also the other cheek to hit, we used
to be a Christian nation.

But we warred, and having been hurt
enough, we gathered with you in ‘45
and charted a peaceful path. Mouths
moving while covert operations got
ratified by the atomic bomb-dropper
himself in ’47.

Covert operations with no checks and balances
from the people between the President
and untold violence.

“National Security” and patriotism touted
as fear is raised in red, white and blue.

Skull and Bone capes and robes swearing
silence as we guard truth, stamp it
“classified” and pitch to the people
“safety” and unity—

We’ve been had.

Smile, it’s worse that it seems, the Devil
cluttering our dreams; violence
and sports, violent sports, violence as
sport, and then more knocking on your
door asking for your support.

Say “no,” Americans, until Election
Reform supplants the garbage seeking
self now at the head of our country’s table.

An apology within an apology now
may I make to the U.N. for using this
apology to implore Americans to be better.

That is not your fault, our straying and needing
to be better, but let’s call it our
mutual concern that every nation
strive to improve on our way to
the pageant’s common goal year after
year of World Peace.

Please, I offer our faults for you to
correct, and I turn our government in to
you to observe at will. To decide our fate.

We shall have a vote but not more than
one, like any nation.

Our nationalism, the “covert” diabolical
side to CIA—should now and forever
be made ILLEGAL.

May we from now forward abolish
the backdoor, hidden policy in favor
of the front door.

May we come out of our closet to
shake the world’s hand.

Cuff us ’til this happens;
we are criminals, and I—

We I hope. Are sorry

National Security

What happened to World Peace?
We ended a war in ’45 to create
the United Nations to ensure World
War would never again return.

But if we go to the meetings,
we selectively listen, and only
sometimes go along with a U.N.
resolution.

Ethnocentric, Team America we’re
better than others-itis has us thinking
too much, thinking, thinking that if we
don’t take care of it—

No one will.

Cocky, arrogant, distrusting, control-
freaking. We are scared; a backlash from
that ‘40’s war, the fear keeps running
and running, the Republicans holding
tight to money and status,

Democrats trying to break it down,
re-distribute the wealth. All sides
forget John Nash’s addition to proper
capitalism, that being the caring for the
group—not just “me.”

Makes the whole thing go better—

I WANT TO HAND SECURITY OVER
TO BLUE HELMETS!!!! Tired of U.S.
army green and desert tan getting killed
and killing, songs being sung at sporting
events where more helmets clash
and crash, concussions ringing bells,
calling Jesus’ wide path-walkers to
Hell.

Blue helmets, the United Nations, the
product of many brainstorming and
decision-making sessions, not one
President’s intuition. The CIA must scale
back, no more backhanded covert crap
we’re done!!

I appreciate the hard times that brought
on tough measures, but how far can
one go justifying murder, the JFK
files still hidden so that sons and daughters
of corrupt presidents can sleep in CIA-
secured mansions.

No names tarnished, we can celebrate
our heroes as the truth walks into
a New York U.N. session. A small country’s
delegate, an African minister, a British
colony freed sends an officer to speak,
and they speak Peace. And they cross
a U.S. delegate claiming War as our great
Right!

The U.N. charter rocked, taking blows from
its host, hangs on against “National Security”
remarks—the blue and white flag waving proud into
the night, the nations getting stronger
as a poem fed by time and pain becomes suddenly
relevant as dawn to the homeless:

“World Security” is greater, the delegation
says, as the U.S. shakes its head. So young, so
Dumb, so proud, we are a child as petulant
as peace itself fighting its war through those
chambers…

We fight, the alcoholic on its way to
the bottom, and I a minister of God
only pray:

God,

Help us to see back to the Way,
Humility an asset not liability,
Listening as good as talking;

Rid us from Self and selfish
thoughts and actions.
Now!!

Amen, World, Amen,

My president is You.