Wednesday, September 12, 2012

poem of the day 09.12.12

9/11 years

eleven years
 you want to talk media perpetuation?
political manipulation?
then come to the good ol’ u.s. of a
click on any station
(except NBC)
and we’ll be crying our eyes out
and never forgetting
and all of that other happy horseshit
sometimes i’m too tired for 9/11 years
too tired for the pomp
the moments of silence
the where were you years?
new york’s bravest
new york’s finest
i want a little national dignity
a little self-respect
remember and move on
and not watch buildings fall every september
but you can’t do that in america
the land of the free
the home of the brave
on soil that never forgets a fucking thing
….at least that what’s been televised
i wonder if we’ll all be
twenty years from now
i hope the hell not
i hope the kids in school right now are learning
aren’t offering up a moment of silence
but are caterwauling the loud roar of progress
because eleven years
9/11 years
are too long to drag our asses through the fire
and at some point it’s all got to stop
we’ve got to face the rubble that we’ve been left with
the garbage collecting these 9 and 11 years
the war
the death
the division and debt
and somehow
more than somehow
this stumbling punch-drunk giant
has to move on
because tomorrow it’s september and twelve
sunny and eighty-one
in a world a whole lot bigger
than it was
9/11 years ago.