- You hear the TV brutes spit out "dirt bags"
- As they blow away some human "fags".
- It sounds all brave, and glorious and macho
- When heads fly off and blood squirts everywhere.
- And maybe that term is ultimately fair
- When they stick us in the ground, by then
- We have become essentially "dirt bags."
- I don't understand the attraction.
- Of bodies slamming together in violent compaction.
- What is the attraction to pain, and hurt and fear,
- Of those in comfortable chair sitting in the rear?
- Reality is these things are thuggish, brutal terror
- And while still alive the term dirt bag is usually in error
- The TV brutes may fill fantasies of Cowboy Bob
- For folks in front of a TV fat like blobs
- But they can't look their murder victims in the eye
- Until just before they die.
- I don't get the need for this porn.
- Think about the definition of terror and then,
- Wonder who is being the terrorist, and when.
- Is it the brute with a bomb-belt under his suite
- Or is it also the one with a joystick in his hand,
- Blowing up wedding parties full of "dirt bags?"
- The definition of purpose of shock and awe is terrorism.
- Whatever BS reason they give as their "ism"
- The value of wars and blows and body bags, is fear.
- And the first step to stopping this dear friends,
- Is to recognize those "dirt bags" could be people we love.
- And we dirt bags should be better than this.
Christopher H. Holte
When they stick us in the ground. Even if we are in a box instead of a bag we are essentially "dirt bags."
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