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May 29

The “Online Terrorist Keywords” Poetry Contest!

*UPDATE* Contest is now closed.  Voting will begin tonite.  Stay tuned!

After reading Revealed: Hundreds of words to avoid using online if you don’t want the government spying on you, I had a great idea of how to illustrate the ridiculousness of our government in using simple “words” as justification for spying on the American people (and us sovereigns too).  So I’m officially launching the “Online Terrorist Keywords” Poetry Contest!

Here’s how it works:  Starting today, and ending 2 weeks from the posting of this announcement (that would be Tue. June 12th, at 9pm – EST) I’m asking all who are interested to write up a poem using a minimum of 50 words from the “government keywords” list (see photos below).  Post your poem in the comments section of this post.  Be sure to include a title!  Once the contest is closed, I’ll repost all the entries and have open voting for 5 days.  At the end of the voting, which ever “Terrorist Poem” is rated the highest will be used in an 11″ x 17″ poster that I will design, print, and send to the winner.

Deadline: June 12, 9pm EST
Voting: June 13 – June 18
Winner Announced: June 19

Good Luck!
Here are your “keywords”:


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  1. Mathew A Erickson III

    We Didn’t Start the Terrorism in the melody of “We didn’t start the fire” by Billy Joel

    Violence, Drug Cartel, Iran, Afghanistan
    Flood, Storm, Hurricane, San Diego

    Outbreak, Wildfire, Attack, Exercise
    Shots fired, police, PLO

    Car Bomb, Jihad, Home Grown, Virus
    Dirty Bomb, Phreaking, Cain and Abel

    Recall, Ebola, Terror, Agro
    Body scanner, Cocaine from Mexico

    We didn’t start the terrorism
    but we’ve kept it growing
    with all our bombing
    We didn’t start the terrorism
    But we don’t help any
    when we kill so many

    Hazmat, Nuclear, Hezbollah, Columbia
    Scammers, Spammer, Social Media

    Quarantine, Yemen, Conventional Weapon
    Trojan, Malware, Cyber Terror

    IRA, IED, Al Qaeda, AQAP
    ETA, MDA, I can’t take it anymore

    We didn’t start the terrorism
    but we’ve kept it growing
    with all our bombing
    We didn’t start the terrorism
    But we don’t help any
    when we kill so many

    1. Cory V. Clark

      This just makes me want to use everyone of those words in the most absured manner possible on a regular basis to make sure big brother spends a lot of time wasting resourse stupidly! I would like to get my hands on the full NSA or DHS keyword list so I can play with them too!

    2. Jeaneen

      “We Didn’t Start the Fire” is exactly what popped into my head as I read the rules and list of words. Great minds.

      1. Mathew A Erickson III

        Indeed!!

  2. Clayton E. Benignus

    Look What the Vogon Poetry Generator Generated

    See, see the smart sky
    Marvel at its big ice blue depths.
    Tell me, Bart do you
    Wonder why the worm ignores you?
    Why its foobly stare
    makes you feel brown out.
    I can tell you, it is
    Worried by your H1N1 facial growth
    That looks like
    A suspicious package.
    What’s more, it knows
    Your mitigation potting shed
    Smells of salmonella.
    Everything under the big smart sky
    Asks why, why do you even bother?
    You only charm Trojans.

    1. Felix Vainglory

      OP is clearly a a hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is.

      <3

  3. e gallien

    figurative prison

    my body in lockdown
    authorities control
    my uterus my mouth my gender

    some pastor wants to quarantine my body
    inside an electric fence
    as if I am an infection -
    contamination of a heterosexist society

    my body is under attack
    and law enforcement isn’t on my side
    the government is a virus
    infected with religion
    a threat to its own national security

    the government is homegrown terrorism
    resistant to change
    a biological infection of policies
    meant to police us into the norms of society

    the government must think I am
    a chemical spill
    a nuclear threat
    hazardous to the definition of ‘family’
    I am I am I am a threat
    if heteronormativity is policed

    I am a hostage
    stuck in chains
    because I am a threat to domestic security
    it doesn’t matter that
    I’d never join a gang
    or try cocaine or heroin

    rather I am a threat to the family
    to gender norms
    to heteronormativity

    I watch the delays-
    service disruption
    activism isn’t enough
    there is still a drug war
    anthrax scares
    kids overdosing on meth
    the US is in a state of emergency
    we need recovery

    we worry about
    North Korea Iraq Iran Afghanistan
    we forget the kids dying in the USA
    the suicides of LGBT
    the murders of Trans* people
    the meth lab across the street

    the government is a worm
    crawling its way to the collapse
    of our own humanity

    this is a standoff
    with the laws that create inequality
    with those in power
    who refuse to see that this is
    no exercise – no drill
    but a call to action
    to stop hiding in this cloud
    of psuedo prevention
    and
    stop
    the riots against my body
    the wars at home
    the policing of gender and sexuality
    no shots fired looting or organized crime forces you to see
    the disasters within our own country
    just this poem to tell you
    the real epidemic is apathy

    1. Lizzi

      Amazing! ♥

      1. Dawn Parker-Waites

        Can I post your poem on TheMissStory.com? I love it! Let me know at Dawn at TheMissStory dot com, thanks!

    2. dove

      Absolutely! Thank you!

  4. Brian M.

    2600 Transportation Security Administration agents recall exposure to gas plumes, suspicious packages, and spillover bust in human to human airport screening.

  5. Mike H

    This is more philosophical in general and doesn’t use your keywords but I thought I might share it anyways, I wrote this a couple of days ago and it was the first poem I’ve written in years.

    On self-control:
    The immature mind is an echo chamber
    words reverb without will
    Ideas can flash, but then in an instant
    the external world returns and it fills
    that empty chamber, despite the need
    to direct ourselves, live autonomously.
    So, pick yourselves up
    construct reasoned boundaries,
    learn to focus your thought.
    Don’t let another decide who you are.
    Don’t let another decide who you’re not.

  6. Justin R

    Al queda’s home grown extremism
    Brought to you by US freedom.
    Starving Pakistani children
    Apathy and bullets feed them
    National jihad on freedom
    A government of greed
    And civilian fear to feed
    The Economic collapsing
    Of American sovereignty
    From which NATO will drink.
    Let the apathy bleed
    Revolutions won’t end greed

  7. Nathan Payne

    Decapitated Mexicles

    crash-gang
    radicals
    burn
    their torrid, toxic
    narcos,
    stranded/stuck forever
    in a homegrown botnet
    brown-out

    exposure
    cops
    of agro terror,
    phreaking
    out
    the airport burst-worm

    electric failure!

    cocaine recall!

    my spillover jihad is cloud-threat resistant!

    extremism wildfire!

    warning watch mudslide!

    disaster snow interstate!

    LMNOPLO car bomb!

    with a head
    full of HAZMAT,
    I collapse
    on my SPAZMAT,
    pointed 5 times a day
    toward
    recruitment-plot Pakistan,
    engaged
    in a twister
    of cool,
    rootkit magnitude.

    I’m so tired of Al Qaeda!
    executioning their
    noses
    in the Islamicalifragilistic,
    expiali-Maghreb!

    can’t we all just get along, man?

    with our MARTA-BART components?

    brute-forcing China freely?

    what the hell has happened here?

    this has become a house of communications infrastructure!

    and very ill repute!

    what am I,

    your grandmother?

    Michoacana Guzman?

    drinking mimosas

    & smuggling

    Reynosas?

    in condoms full of Mara Salvatrucha?

    eating sick-swine

    pork

    without a fork

    & drinking

    blister agent-free kombucha?

    this is a homeland standoff!

    prevention shots are fired!

    and like a buncha
    Arellano-Felix
    wastoids
    from the
    assassination suburbs,
    we are
    poised
    to meet defeat
    with bologna-militia
    initiative,
    clinging like
    kings
    to our decapitated
    mexicles

    Nathan Payne
    5.30.12

  8. Ric Werme

    I left a note about this at http://wattsupwiththat.com/2012/05/29/dont-say-that-just-dont-say-it/#comment-996988 so don’t be surprised if some weird climate skeptic poetry shows up.

  9. Wayne

    State of emergency drills
    With hazardous industrial spills
    Or toxic radiation
    And pandemic evacuation
    Make domestic security thrills

  10. Wayne

    The suicide bomber Jihadists
    Were sent by extremist Islamists
    A car bomb malfunction
    Caused a service disruption
    With recruitment of bombers hit hardest

  11. Wayne

    A poem ‘bout a blister or nerve agent
    With words like “nuclear” and “incident”
    Might be deemed as a threat
    Inducing a visit from SWAT
    In the name of security management

  12. M.L. Browne

    The Future is Cancelled

    On the island of Bali,
    the gods give warnings
    to those with ears to listen
    that we cannot be fully enriched,
    not fully human,
    unless we exist in harmony –
    human to human, human to animal,
    human to the gods themselves.

    The whole island shudders in its agreement,
    the tremor causing erosion in its magnitude,
    its toxic plume a hazardous cloud,
    the crash and flood of a land
    in a cresting wave to the sea,
    the breached bridges utterly destroyed —
    designed to strain all disbelief
    from those who are resistant.
    And if there are deaths,
    if the stranded swine sicken and
    if there is plague or infection,
    the gods watch with relief.

    They abhor those smug pirates of power,
    those men who exercise authority and
    form their responses,
    giving hail to the honor
    and the courage of those victims who
    rise to help in the emergency.
    The rescuers show initiative,
    even though they are the targets.
    They know the drill. They are smart.
    Their facility is all about
    lies and self-deception.

    The gods do not mourn men
    who riot, attack and with falsities
    plot to hold them hostage.

  13. JD

    “Memo”

    Twine was enough in our day–our day
    preceded by your day, which was lax, let us say,
    in clearing the clotheshangers, or sweeping the ash
    printing the floor–, enough to hold a gash
    or an antique thigh together, or the sapling flags
    guyed to the ground. It still ties the rags
    to the flame, the drill to the parade
    or model city, the cloud to the braid
    of plume,–but what a fat lot of good
    else. Today, to hold even the mood,
    the zip-tie is needed–reinforced by the tax
    dollar, that wonder that snaps
    at too light a load but can loft a SWAT
    van, and, far from its dronecot,
    holds back the thought of a crash
    from the drone, or the echo of a crash
    in lockdown, and (one eye, one ear, to Pyongyang space)
    gives rainbow-domed North Korea its grace.
    Twine now settles mostly for lovely fasces of flowers.
    Or pulling teeth (though towers upon towers
    amount from police, security, and other
    authorities,–to say nothing of their brother
    chapters overseas). Or–every day less–
    humbly tying a man to breath.

  14. Kevin Sexton

    Erosion

    These days you make me feel
    like I’m in lockdown
    in a Tijuana meth lab
    under threat from the Mexican army.

    I’m sorry I leaked gas at dinner.
    That suspicious substance
    in the pork roast made me sick.

    But I always thought true love
    was resistant to food poisoning.

    Look what’s shooting from my mouth!
    I shouldn’t feel like influenza
    and you an antiviral.

    Am I such a terror?
    Is this why you cancelled
    our meeting at the dock?

    Do you remember
    the power outage in the metro,
    caught half-naked in embrace
    during an emergency evacuation?

    We were born from lightning
    and now I’m left to prove
    I’m not a natural disaster.

    I’m just a home grown Montrealer,
    stranded in this extreme weather,
    seeking human to human contact
    to relieve some strain
    in this toxic existence.

    I can take you anywhere,
    from El Paso to North Korea
    with the gusto
    of a suicide bomber.

    I can give you
    the biological infection
    that is a child,
    the chemical burn
    that comes with love.

    I can take initiative,
    but I need help!
    I need a response!
    I need closure!

    Yet you leave me in this shelter-in-place,
    feeling the effects of erosion.

    I think of you, my little hurricane,
    a wave and soon I feel like I’ll bust,
    like I’m better off decapitated.

    A standoff.

    Mitigation through my hand,
    the blister agent;

    a tremor, burst and
    relief.

    1. Debbie

      This is my favorite so far!

  15. Freaking Tim

    Assassination for Domestic Security

    Assassination for domestic security,
    Expendable energy from a nuclear facility,
    All threats that make me question the government’s integrity.
    You think I’m evil like a pirate? You ain’t got shit on me.

    Drug trades by minority gangs?
    More like a pipe bomb on the White House lawn.
    Illegal Pounds of marijuana flown from Tijuana?
    More like high-rise pharmaceutical towers giving cartels power.

    Why do they monitor me like I’m a cyber terrorist?
    As if my inalienable rights are sending out rootkits
    Hacking your communications infrastructure, I’m almost that pissed.
    If it weren’t for me and my taxes, you wouldn’t exist.

    I got an IED and an EMP
    Declare yourself a state of emergency
    Fuck the cops and Law enforcement agencies.
    I can protect myself the Pakistanis.
    Terror is a lie, because you’re state funded
    Like the radical Junta in the Sudan, history’s redundant.

    What do you think? You can label me like the Taliban?
    Just because I won’t give into your National Security demands?
    Breach my social media account, you’re the hacker,
    if it weren’t for the Patriot Act, you’d be the Cyber Attacker.

    Body scanners in all of your airports,
    On top of all those illegal immigrants you deport.
    An earthquake is coming, with a tsunami of support,
    From all the people your bias phreaking system reports.

    China-style control with smart American lies,
    You couldn’t care less how many of us get targeted to die.
    Too bad you become transparent since you’ve doubled in size.
    I’m a terrorist now because I’m exercising my rights.
    So why am I equivalent to Al Qaeda in your eyes?
    When I get put in your system for posting something about ice?

    We may not be the swine flu,
    but we’re the strain we’re reduced to.
    We’re the chemical spill you’re trying to contain,
    We’re the toxic storm you tell us is rain.
    Everyone must be Hamas, from here to Bahrain,
    The largest weapons cache is about to burst and be known,
    because the largest threat to watch is the one homegrown

    We’re a suspicious substance that’s about to spread an infection
    So you make these lists to allow for detection
    It’s only a matter of time before we see your defection
    Because domestic security is only for your protection.

    1. Lizzi

      Love this!

  16. Erika Ruiz

    Attack of Wildfire

    Today I experienced
    The assassination
    Of my own being,
    I felt the wave of infection
    As it wormed its way into my
    Blood stream and filled my lungs
    With toxic gas that burned
    Like the essence of a drug
    Too strong to inhibit full recovery.
    I fumbled through dark realms of
    Broken dreams and open nightmares,
    Prepared my body for
    The attack of the unknown
    As tremors shook my unconscious mind
    And deliberately exercised the magnitude
    Of the oncoming avalanche of lightning
    That threatened to strike on innocent souls.
    I put myself before them,
    Clasped onto the eye of the hurricane
    And I became the suicide bomber,
    Risked my own security in response to disaster,
    I became the hacker who is resistant to the symptoms
    Of plagues and executions.
    I became everything the world
    Put a border up against,
    Viewing people like myself
    As a deadly threat towards
    The swine in stiff office suits
    And fraud faces stitched upon
    The surface of their person.
    I became the abhorred movement
    Of the social media,
    Constantly classified as being
    A radical, extremist,
    Classified as practicing terrorism
    Against my own country
    All for being outspoken towards the lies
    We are tricked to believe in.
    Ignorance never pleaded the fifth
    But neither did I under circumstances
    Of the radioactive gang violence
    That is practiced by those with money.
    They say my people can’t be trusted,
    Can’t be mixed in with the ‘elites’ in fear
    That it might cause a riot without warning
    That’ll spread from the ghettos
    And into the lives
    Of uptight family lines of
    Long lost human values,
    To spread like a virus
    And crash like the oncoming
    Storm of petrified anger.
    In the eyes of those who cannot see,
    I am considered America’s Most Wanted,
    I am the target of nuclear bombing,
    Later to be disguised as suicide attacks
    Against a country that lies through
    The white powder it smuggles
    Behind closed doors.
    I am the feared temblor
    Of illegal immigrants
    Believed only to come
    From the ancient roots
    Of the Aztec culture,
    Later devised and mechanized
    By men the same color of snow
    And renamed into a broken country
    Presently known as Mexico.
    I am from the neighboring city
    Of Tijuana,
    A city where everything considered
    To once be a dream has turned out
    To be a nightmare.
    A city where the six-year-old girl
    Sitting upon her father’s protective lap
    Felt exposed to the dangers
    Of a corrupted society
    As she crawled her way into
    An airport full of
    Big scary machines
    Called airplanes that on that same year,
    Would lead to the crash of the twin towers.
    I am from non-profit organizations
    Considered mutations
    Within the rotting core
    Of a dying civilization
    That no longer believes
    The truth.
    My ideals,
    They spread like a flu
    Onto every dying breed of humanity
    That has seen its last days
    In consequence
    Of the believed Social Darwinism
    Spewed out
    By the sickening ways of
    Upper-class power.
    I am the tornado of words
    That prophecy has feared
    Would bring the end of worlds
    Corrupted.
    I am the port of electric tsunamis,
    The wildfire spreading through
    The chaparrals
    In order to rejuvenate the lost hopes
    Of a fragilely shattered population.
    I am the thing you fear most,
    The hiss,
    The bang,
    The long lost remorse,
    The thing that itches
    As you reach out in greed,
    Forgetting your own mortality
    I am that which you never want to remember,
    For though attempts of assassination
    And countless metaphorical bullets
    Have been constantly shot to my chest,
    I still keep going.
    I am alive,
    I am moving,
    Infecting the world
    With the lost catacombs
    Holding the undying
    Truth.

    1. jen

      Love.

      1. Erika Ruiz

        Thank you. :]

  17. Emma

    Trapment of ideas

    There is no drill
    No preparation
    For the oncoming war of life
    Only exceptence
    So that past the flood of toxic clouds
    You may see past pirates

    Seek aid in not narcotics
    No drug will help
    They’ll only set a wildfire

    Look instead for closure
    Watch for love
    Human to human
    A plague of want for understanding
    An epidemic threatening public health
    Without vaccine it spreads
    Making everyone sick with desire

    Police won’t help prevention of this attack
    Attack of our hearts and minds
    It’s a threat to all with exposure
    No one is resistant
    Not even in China
    The virus seeks everyone

    Once set it becomes a dirty bomb
    Starting a gunfight of our minds
    There is no target or relief
    Only deaths

    This is one bridge we haven’t crossed
    We’re still stuck at port
    Even the smart can’t overcome this brutal plot
    In the fight for power they see not

    Authorities try to stop it
    But it will leak through
    Causing an explosion
    As it hits the watersupply

    They try to hold our minds hostage
    Shooting it out
    But the threatening infection always comes back
    Worse than small pix or influenza
    It’s a wave of nuclear size
    A riot for change
    It’s a state of emergency
    Threatening homeland security for all

    A blackout of though
    A failure of communications
    This is what they want
    Because they are afraid of our ideas and have false security

  18. Greg Santos

    Terrorist Fist Jab

    Kim Kardashian has collapsed!
    An assassination of her character
    is an attack on my domestic
    security. This is not a drill.
    This is not an exercise.
    COPS, I must admit,
    is an addictive TV show.
    Law enforcement authorities
    are people, too. Disaster Movie (2008)
    was lacking both disaster assistance
    & disaster management.
    KIM KARDSASHIAN’S FILM
    CAREER HAS COLLAPSED!
    Why was DNDO
    (Domestic Nuclear Detection Office)
    not consulted before the release
    of such a critically panned bomb?
    Oh Kim Kardashian we love you get up.
    National preparedness, people!
    Mitigation is a useful tool
    in the prevention of widespread duncery.
    A speedy response from the FCC
    essentially ensures a speedy recovery
    from dirty f-bombs dropped by
    Kanye West at award shows.
    That sh*t cray!
    Domestic nuclear detection
    must be vigilant at all times.
    But do not, I repeat, do not
    form a militia without consulting
    the proper authorities. Kim Kardashian
    bodyguards are made not born.
    Proper training to be security for the stars
    is paramount to ensure incidents
    such as rioting, looting, & the spread of
    Bieber fever do not become
    pandemics of epic proportions.
    Beatlemania spread from the United Kingdom
    to North America & Hulkamania, brother,
    is still running wild.
    Gangs of raving Beliebers must not breach
    the security tape at all costs. If they do,
    then may God have mercy on us all…

  19. gregorylent

    140 characters on twitter for true bravery

  20. Joseph Parry

    Defeat Me. By Joseph Parry

    Exercise the right to free speech,
    In a world where talk is cheap,
    Emergency response to the first responder,
    The pipe bomb screening from the richest sender,

    Chemical agent A to Z,
    In toxic hands the fear can spread,
    Prevention of a cloud pandemic,
    The human to human facility panics,

    Symptoms of the sick outweigh the richest,
    When the truth burns, their money covers the stitches,
    Industrial spill in the words they speak,
    The chemical burn of the dollar outbreak,

    Exposure is the thing they fear,
    The strain of intellectual evacuation can be bought year after year,

    Public health need drug administration,
    But only if their cancer has the right citations,
    Is it smart to blind the dumb?
    Are you sure they’ll stay forever numb?

    The border of insanity can bridge the gap to hell,
    Though illegal immigrants make it, so it’s hard to tell,

    Violence in the service disruption,
    The power grid lock-down begins eruption,
    Terror attack, call the typhoon patrol,
    Then target Iraq, someone’s gotta be a mole?

    What a disaster when the world bursts in,
    The forest fire that floods your whole life,
    You lost a finger for the man,
    So now the U.S.P.A.T.R.I.O.T will take you cause it can,

    There’s no closure, no aid and no watch,
    Forget the blizzard, the snow and just catch,
    The anthrax hurricane, it has less bombs,
    But you’ll leave infected no matter where you’re from,

    To conclude the Human to animal rights,
    It’s legal in states they don’t even have to fight,
    Yet homosexuality is a resistant virus,
    Ceasing to leave the subway trains,

    If you’re gay, you want to rape our saints,
    And if your poor you’ll lose this war,
    I have the money to say what I want,
    I have the airport written in my own font,

    I am God, Cocaine and failure,
    I am power, money and ignorance,
    My words are narcotics guaranteed to sell,
    And no one cares if I’m going to hell,

    My money will keep me safe,
    My money will keep you unheard,
    My collapse relies on you all to combine,
    So when are you coming? Now is the time,

  21. Celeste Leibowitz

    A Terrorist in Oz?

    By Celeste Leibowitz

    “It’s a Twister!” Dorothy cried
    Snatching up Toto, she ran from gangs of angry swine
    Looting, rooting, rioting in the agricultural fields of Depression era Kansas
    Black clouds, furious plumes of wind pursuing them
    Dashing into the house, she grabs the phone: too late! All power lines down,
    The grid disrupted: it’s a blackout!
    Outside, Elmira Gulch, dog kidnapper, rides the storm like a pirate queen
    Shrieking, “A plague upon you, Dorothy, and your little dog too!”

    Windows crack, take flight like avian sheets of glass
    Freak blizzard begins, unheard of in July, waves of snow dumped from Mexico to North Korea
    No evacuation possible! Dorothy struck by flying window, crash! Knocked to the bed, unconscious
    While the tornado takes the farmhouse airborne

    And then: dropped out of the cyclone, free falling from the sky,
    Dorothy screaming: emergency landing!
    Bang! Then silence. Were there deaths? Toto in her arms, she explores
    Yes! A body under the house, and she, untrained, a farm girl first responder
    Stands by, unable to aid in recovery

    And where has she landed, a multicolored place, sparkling with life
    Is she in China? Somalia? Nigeria?
    Will the police arrest her, a threat to national security?
    The inhabitants peer out, oddly tiny beings
    Mutations? Their size, perhaps, a result of infection, toxic waste, some weird pandemic?

    But no. They are the Munchkins, the Little People, and she has assassinated the Wicked Witch
    Dorothy sighs, a tear of relief leaking from her eye
    And yet – the Kansas girl is stranded, a stranger in a strange land
    Who can help her? For Oz has no airport to send her winging home
    Someone powerful is needed to aid this lonely child

    An bubble floats nearer and nearer
    Cheers, like wildfire, spread among the Munchkins
    As Glinda alights to question Dorothy
    How did the Wicked Witch die? By shooting? Explosion? What were her symptoms?
    Dorothy’s response: it was no plot, no planned attack
    The Witch was not the target – yet

    Munchkins rejoice, and dance and sing:
    The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!

  22. dancewater

    Dirty Bomb Initiative

    Oh, they have lots of initiative….
    That dirty gang at the White House.
    They drop their plumes of radiation
    And then leak their chemical annihilation
    On the innocent.

    The children.

    They don’t destroy much infrastructure, since mud huts
    And wedding parties don’t really have any.
    No conventional weapons for them – just high tech terrorism.

    Their enriched nuclear dirty bombs,
    Their own version of the improvised explosive devices.
    No suicide bombers there, and no suicide bombers,
    Just plain old terror and attack, and murderous eco terrorism.

    No change for the innocents to “shelter-in-place”
    Just brute force from cyber command to deliver their fate.

    Nuclear bombs in the form of depleted uranium,
    Chemical weapons, biological weapons, car bombs, and conventional weapons – the real terrorists use them all.
    And they do this from the safety of their underground bunkers,

    And then there is their home grown cyber terror –
    Extremism made right here in the USA.

    This malware has no redemption.
    Cyber Command from the White House
    The jihad to dominate and control the world
    Is the nationalist plot
    And it must be stopped.

    AQAP, AQIM, TTP, Hezbollah, Hamas, IRA, ETA, and Tamil Tigers
    And nothing compared to the US terrorists.

    Look in my eyes, and you will see
    A wildfire of indignation,
    Look in my heart, and you will see
    A typhoon of anger,
    Look in my soul, and you will see
    An avalanche of concern for the dead victims.

    Look at the future, and you will see
    An earthquake of change,
    A flood of honesty,
    A tsunami of justice is coming your way,
    You home-grown terrorists
    who are part of the US government.

  23. minmaymay

    DUST IN THE WIND

    ORGANIZED CRIME CONTROLS THE DUST IN THE WIND.
    We are dust in the wind.
    Assassins, cops, authorities, gangs, swat and politicians we are all dust in the wind.

    Toxic radiation spill over burns dust in the wind. the wave of bacteria, plague, mutation raise air born symptoms against dust in the wind.

    BLACK OUT,
    BROWN OUT,
    TIME OUT……

    From methamphetamine to drug cartel we are dust in the wind.

    Contents under pressure, nationalist, fundamentalist, suicide attacks target all the dust in the wind.

    Burst of energy, lightening, mudslide, tsunami disaster you can not stop the dust in the wind.

    BLACK OUT,
    BROWN OUT,
    TIME OUT.

    WE ARE ALL DUST IN THE WIND.

  24. David

    Yo, I just posted this on Adam Kokesh’s wall, and roughly stated a live poetry slam to unite libertarians and occupiers via poetry because politics won’t work. Like what you’re doing pretty cool.

  25. Klausen A. Ruckus

    The gangs spillover the border
    National security is a major concern
    Yet drugs are still illegal
    While cities in Mexico burn

    I passed through the body scanner
    Smuggling my illicit material
    No bomb on me; no chemical leak
    Just shots fired as words — security breach

    A standoff on the street
    A ‘riot’ searching for peace
    No ice to cool tempers
    “This is a warning,” shout police

    We have no use for conventional weapons
    We simply sit through hail, snow, and sleet
    We are no threat to our neighbors
    But a national security concern to authorities

    There is an infection occuring
    A cloud hazardous to the ‘elite’
    It’s not a zombie outbreak
    But a contamintation of truth
    - of which I speak

    Do we have a national preparedness plan
    For the mitigation of tyrannical police?
    Who take their orders blindly
    From the President and the banks

    Or shall we take our turn, and quickly crash and burn
    While the history we have learned, slowly does repeat?

    If homeland security is our primary concern
    We need not look to Iraq or Iran for a target
    For our biggest threat is indeed home grown
    A paid-for Congress and all its organized crime

    There is a shootout going on
    But this is a one-sided gunfight
    For we are artistic assassins
    Executing the black out of mass media lies

    We must up the exposure, continue with recruitment
    The enemy has access to massive weapons caches
    All that we possess is the 99%
    This is not extremism; it is dissent

  26. Carrie Burton

    Fight

    Held hostage by this wave of fear
    Stumble in this toxic plague of rule
    While this cloud of deaths rolls in
    Exposure to the corruption of sick fools

    Outbreak of freedom seekers rise up
    As they spillover into the streets
    beneath a plume of police apathy
    The resistant trampled down and beat

    The threat response comes down hard
    Batons crash into innocent heads
    Burn of pepper spray in the eyes
    No security for those who have bled

    Recall the past, leak painful reminders
    History repeated in prevention of rights
    Standoff incident leads to destruction
    As symptoms of repression are to fight

  27. Bryan Morton

    OK, this is a good idea, but I think you need an “Online Terrorist Keywords” Haiku contest as well.

    Security breach
    Cops exercise enforcement
    Evacuation

    1. Alexis B

      Funny…you posted this while I was writing my Haikus of Terror. :) (below)

  28. Alexis B

    Haikus of Terror

    Drug cartels and gangs
    Cocaine, Heroin, meth labs
    Border violence

    What security?
    Police attack: riot gear
    Home grown radicals

    Jihad, Taliban
    IED, suicide bombs
    Giving hate for hate

    Shooting deaths, lockdown
    An epidemic of fear
    Prevention of what?

    Suspicious package
    White powder: is it toxic?
    Evacuation

    Hurricanes, earthquakes
    Earth’s extreme weather makes us
    radioactive

    Contamination
    Plagues spreading like wildfire
    Human to human

    What’s “organized crime”?
    Wall Street banks stealing it all
    Nationalist thieves

    The authorities,
    like in 1984.
    You: be resistant

    Militia fights us
    Fuck Homeland Security
    Infection of greed

    Airplanes and subways
    We’re constantly being watched
    Does not keep us safe

    What law enforcement?
    Made hostage by loss of rights
    What is the response?

    Social media:
    Fighting the true terrorism
    Mudslide of people

    Security breach
    By the people rising up
    A peaceful standoff

    Prevention by voice
    Recovery of our rights
    Spillover to all

  29. Mene Tekel

    A Toxic Sort of Love

    We were,
    Wrapped in gauze, stretched out and bleeding,
    Chemical fires all around, power shorting from cut wires
    Sirens and SWAT teams, police and paramedics on all sides.

    We were,
    Laced with chemical burns,
    spillovers from our own dirty bombs,
    hazmat teams surrounding every door,
    a toxic sort of love.

    We met,
    During a underground rally as our terrorist cell celebrated,
    A car bomb explosion in Yemen,
    taking out two important political targets,
    a step forward or a step back,
    you stepped closer to me,
    love at first threat.

    We met,
    In secret motel bedrooms,
    The extremism left at the door,
    Our clothes and weapons cache thrown over the TV,
    Giving in to biological impulses and chemical exposures
    A nerve agent sort of love.

    We were,
    Assigned to the same target,
    An airport, a subway, a bridge,
    Take them all out, one by one,
    Spreading a public health night terror,
    Infection, exposure, pandemic.

    We were,
    Awoken on day zero,
    Coffee, cigarettes, breakfast, getting dressed
    Wearing our weapons of mass destruction
    Under trench coats and we walked to our destination,
    Holding hands.

    We were,
    Stopped by infrastructure security,
    Bomb sniffing dogs that barked at us,
    Revealing our public heath terror plot,
    But too late, you pulled the pins,
    I pulled the pins,
    We burst.

    An epidemic sort of love.

    We were,
    Wrapped in gauze, stretched out and bleeding,
    Loaded into the backs of ambulances,
    Syringes and life support stabbed into my chest,
    And all I wanted was to see you again.

    A toxic sort of love.

  30. Adrian Wyllie

    A Haiku:

    Suicide Bomber
    Or Homeland Security
    I fear only one

  31. Jeremy

    Does not the true winner receive their very own FBI file and a very special knock on their door?

    1. Woody

      Come on, Jeremy. Don’t be like that.

      F R E E D O M

      Say it with me now- freedom!

      We live in a free country, remember? It’s what makes this country great- being free. Well, our freedom is under attack from our own government. We need to stand tall against it- and in doing so, we are patriots. Civil disobedience is peaceful protest at it’s very best. Don’t cower in the corner. Speak up and be PROUD of your freedom to do so! Be proud to fight tyranny!

      Look, terrorism has killed less than 6,000 Americans in the history of our country. (God bless each and every one of them) This is about a fifth of the number of people that will die in car crashes in this nation just THIS YEAR!

      How do they justify all these laws that strip us of our freedoms? They do it in the name of protecting us from terrorism! How do they get away with this baloney? Here’s how:

      WE LET THEM.

      Don’t be a chicken-sh!t coward. Speak up. Be civilly disobedient. It’s time to end corruption in our government. It’s time to take our country back. It’s time to fight for freedom and liberty. It’s a peaceful revolution so far, but may I quote a great American, JFK: “Those who make peaceful revolution impossible, make violent revolution inevitable”

  32. Gigi Bowman

    LMAO!

    If you love your children you know what to do
    have the doctor vaccinate them for the swine flu
    When they are old enough to enter class
    It’s H5N1 and TB shot right in their ass
    Don’t let your child be the one to cause an outbreak
    Vaccinate them every year for Small Pox and Plague
    Make sure they’re resistant to Ecoli or Ebola
    or the WHO will send the FEDS and call you a Suicide Bomber

  33. Susan Sayler

    Can you create a Facebook page and post these there for wider circulation?

    1. Meg McLain

      don’t really have time for that. sorry

  34. pythagoras

    Strain to cross the border between disaster and recovery.
    Recall, and hail the relief of an enriched artistic fever that delays
    the symptoms of our collapse into the erosion of security.

  35. tha_docta

    and there it was again
    that wave of mental contamination
    instantly i’m a hostage again
    with no means of evacuation

    i want to be resistant
    i want to be consistant
    but i’m dying from exposure
    and you are the sun

    this human to human connection
    is toxic to my recovery
    it really is an infection
    making a sick man out of me

    so now it’s a nuclear standoff
    so now it’s death or a grand payoff
    but i’m a fortified facility
    and you are a deniable threat

    you will never breach this lockdown

  36. Ronald Reed

    Lockdown

    Shots fired! Disaster management, no doubt.
    I was just exercising,
    practicing the Wave, as it happens — trying to
    get the toxic pork out of my system
    through evacuation — a plume of gas escaped,
    recalling the stench of Ebola, a
    cloud of infection — the sort of thing
    my old college roomie used to say was
    more of a nuclear threat than
    North Korea, certainly counted
    as a hazardous material incident,
    though thankfully it neither melted the porcelain nor
    burned my ass …

    In mitigation, let me just say that I think
    the swine I ate
    was of the avian variety (and
    me a vegetarian, too — would of served me right
    if death rather than recovery was the response)

    Okay, so I got my drill and
    attacked the pig’s radioactive carcass with renewed
    ferocity, taking the initiative in
    breaching the damn thing’s skull

    whatever was inside started to leak out,
    biological or chemical made not no ne’min’, as
    my poppa Billy Bob “Dirty” Bomb useta say –
    Yeah, I know what yer thinkin’ just another
    ignorant mutation, but he sure did, for all that,
    have a lot of whatcha might call “maritime
    domain awareness,” if ya know what I mean.

    One thing the old man taught me was
    to be resistant, whether human to human
    or human to animal. Got no dawg, got no cat,
    so I got gangs of mice living in the basement,
    but that’s alright, ’cause we got a Mexican
    standoff going here, and the plague of filthy
    little agro terrors is gonna be water born
    just as soon as I flood the place, or maybe
    air borne if I decide to just crash it with
    explosives. Hell, maybe I’ll just give ‘em
    some of this pork, let’em die of food poisoning.

    Anyhoo, when the shooting took place,
    the cops were everywhere, First Responders
    and Homeland Security and Hazmat teams, Nerve and
    Chemical Agents, you name it. For a while there
    I thought they’d caught me with
    my pants down, which would constitute a
    genuine National State of Emergency,
    but all they did was confiscate the
    blister agent/ industriaql spill out of the john,
    put it in a suspicious package, and with domestic
    security re-established, warned me not to riot,
    -got in their Police Militia van, and drove away.

  37. Bretigne

    Hazmat Porky

    ‘Twas AMTRAK and the agro sleet
    Did BART and Mysql in the plume
    All airplanes (and derivitaves)
    And the Meth Labs outbroke.

    “Beware the Hazmat Pork, my son!
    The cops that watch, the gangs that wave!
    Beware the weapons cache and hail
    The home-grown cyber attack!”

    He took his Norvo worm in hand:
    Long time the nuclear threat he sought –
    So collapsed he by the Taliban tree,
    And strained awhile in thought.

    And as in critical thought he crashed,
    The Hazmat Pork with plagues of swine,
    Came rioting through the air borne drug,
    And tremored as it burst.

    Shots fired! Anthrax! And pirates and flu
    The Norvo worm went disaster attack!
    He stormed it sick and with its grid
    He went phreaking back.

    “And hast thou iced the Hazmat Pork?
    SWAT to my FARC, my first responder!
    O quarantine drill! Cartels! Cocaine!”
    He busted in his port.

    ‘Twas AMTRAK and the agro sleet
    Did BART and Mysql in the plume
    All airplanes (and derivitaves)
    And the meth labs outbroke.

    1. pythagoras

      i really dig this one, bretigne – i wish i could vote for it

      1. Bretigne

        Thanks Pythagoras – so do I!

  38. Bretigne

    Ooops: “derivatives”. How are they supposed to find me if I don’t spell it right?

    1. Tom

      They already know, Bretigne.

  39. gila_mon

    Pull A Blue Curtain Over This

    We speak of the breach, a subtle erosion
    of already brittle joys–an afternoon game with our faces
    not scanned. The pang of our first exposure
    to disobedience, a discursive human-to-animal hiss,
    continues to plot its chemical knowledge in worms
    of neurons between our cortices. We take our warning,
    whisper our thanksgiving. Mutation brands
    stretch marks in our image, and we wake up naked
    in the southwest, tranquility supplanted with domestic security,
    with a riot of free radicals, or so we hope.

    We tremble with an emergency of power
    lines and screaming bulls. The powers
    not yet smart, not yet trembling under nature’s
    mudslide of actualized rights, or
    a deafening shadow of one dove.

    Sanctioning deaths, first of threat,
    then convenience. We avoided the government
    drug of a subsidized pork rind meth lab Cain and Abel
    too whacked out to give their best shit. We hide under the bridge
    as the corporate-aided underbellies of kid-friendly drones
    take the initiative to secure the border, and the clouds
    scratch a message in the interstate lines of America’s new face:
    Destiny, manifest or bust!

    Hostage, we hold ourselves against the wildfire
    for a glimpse inside. Our body scanner
    raging through the ports of entry and no returns, and we stand
    for hours playing airport and pirates. We wait like no tomorrow.

    Encoded in our DNA, drills of duck-and-cover run rampant. A duck-duck-goose virus
    getting hot in El Paso, where I fell in love with a Mexican girl. We glorified her severed body
    in averted glances at the non-toxic bag swinging from the overpass. We hide,

    and we hide from the glowing blue and red newsprint gunfight
    that fades into visual noise. Streamlined, it is easier to hide
    from the dirty bomb of waving fingers and nuclear malware now consuming
    what we suspected all along: The plume will not be televised, but imploded
    within the grid. It should feel like an earthquake, but we hide

    the last pure earth in steel boxes for a canceled future who can’t even dream
    of shovels and the organic wave of sweat it takes turn flesh to wood, a memory-
    of-trees recovery demolished by a fundamentalism that will believe its fiery white horse into
    our living room. Under the hooves of their own pretend, their paper horse
    will collapse. Under its collapse, we will write a new list.

  40. Daphne Calvo

    WORM PIRATES RIOT
    MUDSLIDE
    ARTISTIC ASSASINS

  41. Carlton Hart

    I AM a matter of national security.

    If you think this is a matter of national security,
    Then send this poem to the good ol’ homeland security
    Because there’s a cloud of radiation giving chemical burns
    And the World Health Organization’s parts are being churned
    About all the time like when there’s a quarantine
    For the strain of something new and evil in a vaccine
    Given right to our children, gave them all the swine flu,
    Made our infrastructure collapse so we must support you,
    The man, at the top, charged to quell this outbreak
    Made from millions of authorities, our liberties they rape
    Now the only question left is national preparedness
    For the unleashing of a brand new international awareness
    That spreads from North Korea all the way to Canada.
    You think that you can stop us with those jerks in WMATA?
    Disaster medical assistance? Where were they in Dallas?
    Where SWAT like think law enforcement can be callous,
    Uncaring, brutal, even exercising rights
    Given to them, makes them feel better in those standoffs at night.
    Riot! Breach national security now!
    Before they change what is and we all forget how
    To stand up for ourselves and our personal freedom.
    The government’s an anthrax in my garden of Eden.
    Not to mention all the sick and toxic things that we buy
    To make us all feel better while we live our own lie,
    Like methamphetamine that supports the cartels,
    Who laugh at us as airports become personal hell.
    Frankly, I don’t really care who is to blame
    For all of my old friends who’re addicted to cocaine.
    It doesn’t matter if it’s the Los Zetas or Narcos,
    The Aggro terror served by the man is just like those
    Purported by those people called “Al-Qaeda”.
    Not the Islamist ones, the one’s that’s a beta
    As a database, in the US Governments system
    That I’d give to China in a second to piss them
    Off so I could call them on denial of service
    ‘Coz their social media system is completely worthless.
    Alright I’ll admit, I dropped an IED there,
    But even information doesn’t make you aware
    Of the assasinations that are even now going on
    To ensure the State of Emergency will stand strong
    In the face of the people it was sworn to protect,
    They’ll call it organized crime and still break our necks.
    “Brute forcing” it’s called, and I can see why.
    Our own protectors are now becoming worse than E. Coli.
    With all the shit that’s associated with FDA
    Thins a suspicious package might just be the only way
    To teach them all a lesson about nerve agents and gas
    As they contemplate decisions that make a fatter ass
    For them to sit on us with, and should we all complain,
    To the economy, they will blame us all for the drain
    When it is them, and their global war or drugs and the rest
    Of all humanity is put to their own final test.
    Rise up as one friends and we shall all see how
    Prepared the USMC are to stop us now.

    Even if it doesn’t win, tell me what you think!

  42. Carlton Hart

    “I AM a matter of National Security”

    If you think this is a matter of national security,
    Then send this poem to the good ol’ homeland security
    Because there’s a cloud of radiation giving chemical burns
    And the World Health Organization’s parts are being churned
    About all the time like when there’s a quarantine
    For the strain of something new and evil in a vaccine
    Given right to our children, gave them all the swine flu,
    Made our infrastructure collapse so we must support you,
    The man, at the top, charged to quell this outbreak
    Made from millions of authorities, our liberties they rape
    Now the only question left is national preparedness
    For the unleashing of a brand new international awareness
    That spreads from North Korea all the way to Canada.
    You think that you can stop us with those jerks in WMATA?
    Disaster medical assistance? Where were they in Dallas?
    Where SWAT like to think law enforcement can be callous,
    Uncaring, brutal, even exercising rights
    Never given to them, makes them safer in standoffs at night.
    Riot! Breach national security now!
    Before they change what it is and we all forget how
    To stand up for ourselves and our personal freedom.
    The government’s an anthrax in my garden of Eden.
    Not to mention all the sick and toxic things that we buy
    To make us all feel better while we live our own lie,
    Like methamphetamine that supports the cartels,
    Who laugh at us as airports become our own personal hell.
    Frankly, I don’t really care who is to blame
    For all of my old friends who’re addicted to cocaine.
    It doesn’t matter if it’s the Los Zetas or the Narcos,
    The Aggro terror served by the man is just like those
    Purported by those people who are called “Al-Qaeda”.
    Not the Islamist ones, the one that’s a beta
    As a database, in the US Governments system
    That I’d give to China in a millisecond just to piss them
    Off so I could call them on denial of service
    ‘Coz their social media system is now completely worthless.
    Alright I’ll admit, I dropped an IED there,
    But even information doesn’t make you more aware
    Of the assassinations that are even now going on
    To ensure the State of Emergency will continue to stand strong
    In the face of the people it was sworn to protect,
    They’ll call it organized crime and they’ll still break our necks.
    “Brute forcing” it’s called, and now I plainly see why.
    Our own protectors are now becoming worse than E. Coli.
    With all the shit that’s associated with the FDA
    Think a suspicious package might just be the only way
    To teach them all a lesson about nerve agents and gas
    As they contemplate decisions that make a fatter ass
    For them to sit on us with, and should we all complain,
    To the economy, they will blame us all for the drain
    When it is them, and their global war on drugs and the rest
    Of all humanity is put to their own final test.
    Rise up as one friends, and we shall all see how
    Prepared the USMC are to stop us now.

    I didn’t mean to double post, I edited some mistakes and reposted this version.

  43. Jenn Marie

    Airplane (and Derivatives)

    interstate closure & quarantine
    the pork outbreak quarantine drill

    again

    take yr private jet it’s golden swine year &
    u don’t have resistance

    like H5N1 the desire to eat meat is plague
    is flood u don’t want an incident

    u can’t afford to get fat

    er

    call it contamination identity looting or
    social media’s extreme weather

    Symptoms include:
    human to human

    you’ve gotta keep yr image on
    lockdown the worm you swallowed &

    still bust to waist yr hips plume
    double-chin shadow pics exposure like water borne

    yr new show cancelled u are sick
    to think anyone rides the subway

    it’s a fucking metro infection
    down there

    in the mean time

    he tries for emergency landing
    in the southwest region behind yr thighs

    any port in a storm

    it’s yr dirty bomb he says
    pow pow & just sniff a little of this

    powder (white)’ll help you exercise adaptability
    like a smart girl he says

    i’m just like the cops he always says
    no marks

    u & yr plane float like a metal cloud

    then yr damn airport facility reports breach
    the golden swine year mutation

    wave after wave of passengers shuffle
    through the body scanner but it’s weird

    cuz they’ve got no pulse & failure
    to predict the magnitude of the threat

    results: law enforcement of the undead
    don’t the police take the movies

    seriously

  44. Jenn Marie

    (this is a test to see if the previous version was being censored cuz of bad words):

    Airplane (and Derivatives)

    interstate closure & quarantine
    the pork outbreak quarantine drill

    again

    take yr private jet it’s golden swine year &
    u don’t have resistance

    like H5N1 the desire to eat meat is plague
    is flood u don’t want an incident

    u can’t afford to get fat

    er

    call it contamination identity looting or
    social media’s extreme weather

    Symptoms include:
    human to human

    you’ve gotta keep yr image on
    lockdown the worm you swallowed &

    still bust to waist yr hips plume
    double-chin shadow pics exposure like water borne

    yr new show cancelled u are sick
    to think anyone rides the subway

    it’s a f**king metro infection
    down there

    in the mean time

    he tries for emergency landing
    in the southwest region behind yr thighs

    any port in a storm

    it’s yr dirty bomb he says
    pow pow & just sniff a little of this

    powder (white)’ll help you exercise adaptability
    like a smart girl he says

    i’m just like the cops he always says
    no marks

    u & yr plane float like a metal cloud

    then yr darn airport facility reports breach
    the golden swine year mutation

    wave after wave of passengers shuffle
    through the body scanner but it’s weird

    cuz they’ve got no pulse & failure
    to predict the magnitude of the threat

    results: law enforcement of the undead
    don’t the police take the movies

    seriously

  45. Michael

    S.O.S. (Seeing Ominous Seduction)

    *Side note, this was a really fun challenge.

    Behold, this glowing screen
    Diluding our minds to strife
    We face threats so obscene
    We live in fear of life

    Casting our pearls to the swine
    In attempt to achieve relief
    They are deaf to our cries
    As we march on these streets

    In the midst of the chill
    We stand united
    To end assassination of will
    We will not be divided

    We will not rot silently in the synthetic
    As we have been programmed
    Please cease attacks on the domestic
    Or your souls will be possessed the damned

  46. benjamin haas

    On the day I became a terrorist

    On the day I became a terrorist there wasn’t a nuclear meltdown or pipe bomb explosion.

    There was a radioactive and over-fished ocean, but that had nothing to do with me.

    I am not sure what I was wearing, probably something denim.

    I didn’t buy white powder, fertilizer, meat, birds, or bacteria.

    I didn’t sneeze, scream, get sick, slink down an alley, or see the dentist.

    There were cops, but there are always cops, and no shots fired.

    On the day I became a terrorist the sun came up on Bagdad, Jerusalem, New York, Coney Island, L.A., the Mississippi River, El Paso, San Diego, Bogotá, Tokyo, Baton Rouge, Tripoli, Kingstown, and almost everywhere else too.

    I probably checked my email, drank a cup of coffee, and read the news.

    Someone made a paper airplane, and pretended it was a crop duster.

    There wasn’t a hurricane, tornado, swarm of locust, lightning storm, earthquake, blizzard, typhoon, wildfire, brown out, mudslide, or flood covered by the media.

    I drove my car and regretted not being on my bike.

    For me the clouds were still in the shapes of animals and cartoon faces.

    There was distant smoke, but if you ignored it, you could convince yourself it wasn’t there.

    On the day I became a terrorist I wasn’t subject to denial of service online or at a restaurant.

    Someone drank a car bomb, smoked marijuana, and snorted cocaine in a bathroom.

    I wasn’t stockpiling a weapons cache or plotting with my radical friends.

    I didn’t own a single vest.

    And I have no idea what was going on in the PLO, Tamil Tigers, CIA, Hezbollah, IRA, Department of Homeland Security, FARC, Tea Party, Al Qaeda, KKK, or anybody else.

    I talked with small number of people on the phone.

    I doubt I said the word “jihad,” unless I was talking about music.

    I ate a salad with home-grown tomatoes, and had a glass of port.

    There were children dying from the self-interested decisions of old men, and I did nothing about it.

    I didn’t cover my face, throw a brink at a window, do any looting, or judge anyone who did.

    On the day I became a terrorist bridges spanned, buses and subways ran, and still some people cried.

    Someone lost their grandfather’s pocketknife in airport security.

    There was drilling into the crust of the earth, and gas leaks in several apartments.

    I thought that power lines must have seemed like the industrial revolution’s cat’s cradle.

    And I counted the tiles on the bathroom floor, while someone else was held hostage.

    A suicide bomber changed her mind, and nobody ever knew.

    Something was so much fun, somebody said it was a riot.

    There were lots of flags flying.

    On the day I became a terrorist there was just the sound of rustling and pens dragging across paper, signing bills into law

    and silence. boom.

    1. Mathew A Erickson III

      Love it!! Excellent and well written!

    2. mazie

      This one makes me cry. Excellent.I

  47. Tina Louise

    Disease of Life

    Swines find humans
    Despise the kind of them
    Reduce them to the fear in them
    Deduce assumptions unclear of them
    Determine terrorist
    Anarchist
    Suicide-ist
    Dangerous
    Sort that
    Puts society at risk
    By existence
    Setting wrong examples
    Of assertiveness
    Wisdom and protest
    National security
    With dubious impunity
    Acting on intelligence
    Delivered with due diligence
    By one side or the other
    Under threat or
    Under cover
    Some leak, released when freaked by threats of torture
    Hostage situation
    Type of thing that’d make any fleshy creation
    Crumble into lies
    Fumes, clouds, radioactive plumes
    Of emissions untrue
    Then it’s you
    You who said they deserve what they get
    They don’t tow the calm-line
    Of middle road mediocrity
    Accepting non-democracy
    Breathing down their necks
    Not yet
    But soon
    You too will pose a threat
    A red alert
    A warning sign
    That just perhaps
    You’ve engaged your mind
    Decided that all the un-trues
    Are too densely packed to see through
    And now that you look over
    Above
    And under
    You see
    A startling threatening reality
    Where big corporations
    Hold pride of place above nations
    Where governments crumble
    Humbled at their feet
    Defeat of democracy
    Defeat of dignity
    Defeat of common decent everyday bloody humanity

    Somewhere though their stirs
    hope
    their stirs a wave of reaction
    a backlash to this mutation of life itself
    as
    life itself
    refuses to lie down and take manipulated
    gold plated
    half baked ways of living anymore
    and gets infected
    infested with a disease of desire
    sick with the drive inside
    life itself becomes a pandemic
    rapidly evolving so that everyone ‘gets it’

    bathed in fevered aftermath
    crashed and burned from falsehoods hold
    freed at last from false-normal
    humanity’s response
    washed over the earth with healed
    in-tent
    Human to human
    Human to animal
    This world is ours
    …just once and for ALL

  48. Shaun Presley

    Suspicious Substances and IED’s

    Let’s take a moment to talk about Domestic Security…
    There is no question, just prevention, dirty bomb recovery.
    State of emergency, police lockdown the city streets,
    In this facility, hostage deaths are so explosive, see

    This ain’t no exercise, evacuation’s on the rise,
    Shots fired! Shots fired! A gang of SWAT/Organized crime.
    Militia shooting, first responder does the looting
    Riots breach the lockdown at the DNDO building
    Emergency landing! This standoff is so demanding,
    Helicoptor can’t stay aloft, a crash is nearby, pending

    “City Cops have declared an incident,
    During an attack drill law enforcement,
    Found a pipe bomb and called in disaster management!”

    Explosions shower the public with bomb threats
    Upholding the need for national preparedness
    Watch out! The taliban is coming
    You’re lookin like a terrorist, why the hell aren’t you running?
    I’ll bet you declared a jyhad, and you don’t even believe in “god”!
    You got yourself a weapons cache with grenades made for stunning
    Don’t speak to me of islam, no radicals or Al-Shabaab,
    Don’t need no proof to search all you, just toss up a fear-monger-bomb
    These terrorists even look just like you and me now, don’t you see?
    It’s important for you to give up all your freedoms unto me!
    They’ve got suicide bombers coming from both iraq and iran
    (We’ll all be screwed, if those we call crude, begin to wake from this facade)

    The magnitude of the situation, narcotics glued to the inflation
    Heroin, Meth, and cocaine is on the rise, it’s so insane, son
    The land is filled with drugs and I cannot even explain one:
    The gunfights, the trafficking, why the cartels kidnapped again
    But sure as hell, best I can tell, the borders are intact, my friend
    Just sit back and relax, don’t strain, don’t bother turning back, the end
    Is just beyond the black, don’t you worry none about the red.

  49. JD

    I’m calling it, right now, for “benjamin haas”. Give the man his prize.

  50. nimagine

    Thank you for bringing this artistic collaborative way of expressing support for the Anonymous #OpFalseFlag operation. I will submit a poem!

    http://t.co/tqthEo15

  51. Tina Louise

    Ditto JD… ‘benjamin haas’ took my breath away, superb.

  52. Shane

    In the Heart of Juarez

    The Taliban are publishing love poems
    From terminals in San Diego
    As Tijuana pirates target El Paso
    and all I can do to help is police the comments section of a poetry contest that might give my computer a virus.

    But still gunfights burst like lightning over kidnapped meth labs
    While the Emergency Broadcast System malfunctions in the snow of violence Interstates become the rotting heroin veins for the smugglers to grid in tract marks

    I’m writing the president
    of the National Biosurveillance Integration.
    In regards to the chemical cloud that plagues me.
    It formed when I threw all my rejection letters into a brush fire I started in Nigeria and watched it spread to Nogales. I didn’t mean it.

    My symptoms of mutation cost me my job at the Center for Disease Control.
    I demanded the vaccine, and not the recalled one.

    Love is a drug trade, is six thousand Tamil Tigers, is an execution on the border, is the flood of hackers with home grown plots with real estate in Yemen and only an AMTRAK ticket to get there.

    Terrorists let their hearts spillover, for the toxic thrill, like swine to swine, human to human, like nuclear mudslides.

    Love is disaster postcards riding the wave of a tsunami. Is eyes filled of wildfire.

    I’ve never been to Sonora, I’ve no ties to Abu Sayyaf or Los Zeta or Matamoros
    yet I can’t get a poem published for the life of me.

    Or is this contest just a set up and tomorrow I’ll wake up confused -
    caked in cocaine in the heart of Jaurez?

  53. Caracabe

    Kind of long, I’m afraid…

    POWER LINES

    It all started with Cain and Abel. The one
    sought to appease his god with the gentler
    fruits of agriculture, the other offered up
    burnt terror of kid and calf, pork and mutton. Both
    in the end enriched their lives (or tried to)
    with the currency of deaths. And so cruelty passed
    from human to animal, from human to human.
    Any smart child knows, domestic security
    is a facade, a fading dream. When the night
    is black out and lightning bursts
    the clouds, the windows will aid you;
    when sleet bangs on the panes, the walls
    will stand guard; when thunder shakes the walls,
    the roof will shelter you; when hail hammers
    and storm winds claw the roof
    and damp panic leaks in, parents
    will hold you; but parents
    collapse, a rotten bridge that breaks
    under the strain of small feet. Parents sag
    with the threat of blows, words,
    a dirty bomb’s explosion of tears.
    Growing older, we think art is a refuge,
    but it’s small help in the end. The Archaic
    Bust of Apollo is a bust, a foam prop
    too light to serve as shield or weapon
    against life’s attack. Life, an abusive spouse
    who holds us hostage to fear of losing her.
    We always miss the target of immortality,
    never even come in sight of the border, lost
    at last in a small plot clotted with mute neighbors.
    Life is (let’s face it) a suicide attack
    on the silence of matter. What, then,
    is an adequate response to our inevitable failure?
    What warmth could possibly bring relief
    to the unending snow, the ice and cold and dark that await
    with infinite patience? Nothing, maybe.
    Nothing of magnitude. But we could do worse
    than this: whatever is in your power.
    Do not cross the street
    or turn your eyes from another’s pain;
    if you will not or cannot help, at least
    acknowledge the suffering. Do not contribute
    to compassion erosion. If you can, visit the sick
    or those in prison. Be the first responder
    to someone’s tears. Pay an overdue electric bill
    for a neighbor. Stand watch over one creature
    that cannot watch for itself. Give warning
    when the floods of bigotry crash down, and run
    forward with one sandbag. Study the science
    of charity, of mercy, of compassion. Exercise
    everything human, everything
    not inert and numb and mechanical, in some small way
    today, while you have a today.

  54. Rachel P.

    OCCUPY Free Speech- by R.P.

    This isn’t a drill.

    The failure of brute forcing
    A black-out of democracy
    A threat to homeland security

    Watch the standoff, police spillover,
    Who is responsible for bridge delays
    When they quarantine those resistant
    To the Swine Militia wave

    American citizens: the target
    Contentional weapons: power and greed.

    Our exposure to an industrial spill
    Of money in democracy, the infection is spreading.

    Shots fired, cops help hold the middle class hostage.
    Dare to exercise your rights
    See a lockdown, “national preparedness”

    Exposure, contamination, an outbreak of independent thought
    A plague of human to human mutation
    Those “scammers” and “spammers”

    The magnitude of discontent
    How dare these home grown radicals “riot”,
    Haven’t they heard of service disruption

    People march, sign petitions, watch out!
    Disaster Terrorism plot
    Just erosion of a broken system

    A burst of patriotism
    As enriched minds
    Find their voices

    Terror! An attack! The Authorities must fight back!

    Artistic Assasins
    Extremism against free speech
    Repeat, this isn’t a drill.

  55. jim hayes

    Ode to St. Elizabeth
    Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott
    Breaking news
    Ancient asylum, repurposed for Homeland Security
    Gated headquarters, black helicopters on nocturnal missions
    Critical infrastructure, secured perimeters, deferred maintenance
    Hostage to terror infrastructure security
    Anthrax in the mail nerve agent
    Cyber attack in email stuxnet
    Earthquake shaking monuments mother of all bombs
    Tornado scouring towns Simoon
    Ice, Sleet, snow, gloom of night night raid
    Tuberculosis XDR TB
    Nuclear threat nuclear facility
    Terrorist training facility National Operations Center
    MS 13 Zetas
    Dragonfly, parrot helicam predator
    Assassination drone strike
    Suicide bomb sticky bomb
    Asymmetrical warfare force projection
    Looting extra-judicial appropriation
    Civil disorder State of emergency
    Priestess of Aaron, your baptizing son was a threat, and was neutralized.
    How is your creed of Messala working for you?

  56. Patrick Calvert

    ATTENTION: Service disruption due to Homeland Security Lockdown. by Hydrogenguy
    Gangs of S.W.A.T. in HAZMAT suits crash through the door –
    “This is a National Preparedness Drill ! get on the floor !! ”
    “By authority of the World Health Organization you are now in Quarantine !”
    “Clear this room for weapons and alert the National Security Team!”
    “Would you care to explain all the Ammonium Nitrate in your barn ?”
    “We would have needed Emergency Management if you had’nt been disarmed!”
    “Get Cyber Command to check thier computer for Malware –
    and be carefull of Human – to Human exposure!”

  57. townee

    we have a plan to assassinate the blast that would take us; then, to put on a hood and execute any flag that’s red …

  58. D T Marlow

    “Drill”

    Standoff initiative
    Let resistant ice bust
    And like a drug
    Power rising
    Like a cloud on the horizon
    A tremor, like a shiver
    Passing down interior rivers
    Disaster quivers
    Waiting in the wings
    Without warning
    A wildfire avalanche
    Blazing down the power lines
    Rumbling into the subway
    A trojan blizzard hits the ranch
    Cops Cain and Abel drill to China
    To watch a pork worm burst
    Shooting a mudlside
    Spillover
    And leak your infection
    Human to human
    Human to animal
    Electric swine, electric terror
    Strain to breach the blister
    Let fly the storm
    Ride the wave, it’s crest a plume of power
    A flood, a tsunami, crossing the border
    Stuck, brute forcing an explosion
    Taking us airborne
    Collapse and black out, enriched
    Recall nothing of the incident
    Left only with a powder burn

    (© 2012, DT Marlow)

  59. tim shores

    The Department of Homeland Irritainment

    nothing is more dull than a Presidential race.
    one man rides a bull; the other loses face.
    surrounding the standoff, newsmen push their fiction.
    the interstate gets choked on red & blue confetti,
    power divas light up clubs like suicide bombers
    kissing cops more sweetly than your sql injection.
    here come the Mexican army, now, make me look pretty,
    November sixth is the day to put fools aside, agglomerate
    the drone strikes and narco cartels at a pandemic pace.

    the burst of executions, expected to follow,
    will be a mercy’s elocution upon our citified wallow
    catering foot and mouth to our Shenzhen devices,
    slamming methamphetamine, sipping hot narcotics.
    here come the luchadores, I can barely hide my erection.
    the strain was so high under these Oakland police exercises
    that we burned the bridge to Nothingville while sipping gin & tonics.
    National preparedness is more than just prevention,
    it’s a plume of persecution, making strangely bled fellows.

    where have all the shots fired gone: into the Cloud.
    it’s a weapons grade tale that wags the worm.
    Calderon’s Juarez gunfight was no more than we allowed,
    how much more jihad can I watch: not one more term.

    help; we ran the numbers, and we’re sick with exposure.
    stranded in drug slumber, a blizzard of composure.
    extreme weather lures pirates phishing from a toxic asset flood.
    Fukushima’s not hazardous to those hacker motherfuckers,
    China, North Korea, there’s your cyber security fistula.
    don’t push against our borders, our mitigation will spill good blood.
    collapse is not an option; we are the critical infrastructure.
    we demand an executive who will bust up Hezbollah,
    and we will accept a bumbler, if he will just promise closure.

    we want relief in choice, but don’t expect a pageant.
    not from the plague of Islamists, not from pork-belly Christian elves.
    the red & blue gang poisons us quicker than nerve agent.
    vote for dedicated denial of service in November twenty-twelve.

  60. DKN

    human to human

    we exercise our tongues
    share saliva / swap bacteria
    I trace a subway map
    an electric grid
    around your bust
    your heart a riot
    we collapse into bed
    we drill baby drill
    I leak a plume
    that’s it? you say
    I made an emergency landing
    when you wanted delays

  61. Robert J

    A Sonnet for the Department of Homeland Security

    Gangs attack threatening law enforcement
    Standoffs escalate; militias shooting
    Bombs alert Emergency Management
    Riots begin;cops respond to looting

    Recall the North Korean nuclear threat
    HAZMAT squads clear an industrial spill
    CDC, FDA, it’s a sure bet
    Their security says “this is no drill.”

    Outbreaks like a wave; an epidemic
    Is it H1N1, Avian flu
    E. Coli, Mad Cow. A Jihadist trick?
    Al Qaeda, Hezbollah or someone new?

    Deaths in the millions, water now impure
    We’re left with no homeland left to secure

  62. Arthur Challenger Oemke

    So there we were, sippin’ on quarantine
    in San Diegeo
    When, some relief burst right outta
    Tijuana like a
    lightning Trojan
    hurlin’ IEDs & conflicker

    Then the metro,
    riot
    of diarrhea & powder

    collapse all around us.

    the Authority
    Transit,
    A bunch of New Federation
    thought hatin’ E. Coli with brown mustaches &
    more jobs than Toni the Tamil Tiger’s got tits,
    pounces like the Eurka! of Ponderosa,
    sweat agro plume:
    All U Can Eat
    Not All U Can –
    Through National Preparedness hostage up in some incident facility, the biological event of radioactive Ponderosa
    or Golden Coral
    will not be
    the Aztecs
    decapitated Target employees

    Stranded two or three inches above the Niagara Falls of Johnson
    & Johnson
    a moment of relax

    brown out
    mud
    slide
    Home grown power lines
    convince my
    Mexican Army,
    Service Disruption,
    to go phishing
    in a blizzard
    and return as
    Tuscon or Yuma
    Cyber commanded to worm right
    out like
    the brute force of my
    discount subway
    leak

  63. Nathan Foster

    My wish
    Is the execution of every smart body scanner
    And though I’m accustomed to watch no other,
    To exercise the initiative of my love,
    And invite an emergency landing
    Beneath the galaxy
    Of night.

    And in case I collapse
    In the explosion
    Of emotion
    Just recall
    That should my avian soul
    Speak human to human,
    No other power is smart enough
    To constrain the gods of skin
    That sweat in the memory of your blue
    Dress, cancelled in our one night.

    And should I burst forth
    And tremor in the avalanche
    Of concealed promises,
    Only with you it is not
    Such a disaster;
    Tempered as it is by the lightening
    In your electric eyes.

    It is a queer strain of
    Cancelled passions
    That commonly hail the
    Outbreak of lovers’ arguments;
    But though I’m hostage to you,
    Kidnapped by your home grown idiosyncrasies,
    Even a small sigh could bring relief.

    My words are but an incident
    Of the typhoon that racks
    My soul, or the
    Organized crime that balks
    At the mitigation of reason—
    The old standoff spoken of
    By the several poets, breaching the secrets
    So toxic to every standard dream.

    For only in this state of emergency
    Is the facility of the starry
    Divine unearthed,
    Yet it crawls like an infection
    And pains me,
    My lover of North Korea,
    Like a chemical burn.
    I am, again,
    A sick and wilted rose
    Alone, with no vaccine,
    Only the narcotics
    Of the forgotten pictures
    You took in China.

    We all ask for
    Closure in the extremism of passion,
    The target of holy jihad,
    Like a worm of never-ending failure or outage,
    A calderon that can be tempered
    Only in a wave of compassion—
    Not an assassination of desires.

  64. J'nell Avenia

    The Terrorist Threat Called Cancer

    Cancer has struck, I am in a cloud.
    My initial response, was to scream aloud.
    A state of emergency had been sounded.
    There would be a standoff, the Cancer grounded.
    I took the initiative, with all Cancer screening.
    My prevention yearly had great meaning.
    To Cancer I would a hostage become.
    I would rise power like the sun, initiative begun.
    The incident will be positive, the Cancer will crash.
    I recall all my faith, for this battle so brash.
    Cancer the terrorist, has no chance, for my inner Cancer assassination rants!

    First step, medical authorties, met at Cancer Facility.
    Assess my threat and plan attack to the best of ability.
    The mutations would lockdown with toxic chemicals.
    My security reassured by modern medicals.
    Recovery through Chemo and no radiation.
    Recovery planned with much litigation.

    My symptoms showed I was very sick.
    My outbreak solved first with surgery quick!
    My hazardous breast and lymph nodes are gone.
    Contamination sent sailing along.
    Sent home to recover, where exposure was low.
    Public Health in grade school is epidemic, I could not go.
    Bacteria and virus fill the air.
    Making contamination always a scare.
    Human to Human infection always breeds there.

    Recovery from surgery was very hard.
    Lymphatic spill over, recorded upon card.
    Breast tissue filed up and sloshed like a wave.
    The leaks stained clothing, still resistance I gave.
    I fought like a trooper, positivity my bomb.
    I always found the strength to go on.
    Exercise was out for quite a few weeks.
    There was fear of inducing lymphatic leaks,

    A mental state of emergency was found journeys middle.
    For I had feared Chemo since the time I was little.
    Shooting Toxic Chemiacals and exposure to burn.
    Food poisoning- like symptoms and gas, I did not yearn!
    The Flu-like symptoms were possible too.
    Chemo was something I dreaded to do!

    Yes, the run from my terrorist a life changing event.
    Holding avian egg-layers and agricultural dreams were temporarily spent.

    This will all be temporary now I know.
    For Chemo is over, into physical recovery I go.

    This terrorist will not be welcome back.
    Shooting Chemo and positive bombing my attack.

    If this terrorist comes after you.
    I think my poem spells out what to do!

    1. Amy Mezger

      J’nell.
      You have written such eloquent words to describe the battle you fought with strength and courage. Many people will take comfort in the way you persevered with your personal terrorist Cancer and will read the words you have written with the positivity you showed throughout your war.
      Thinking of you.
      Amy

    2. Susan

      You continue to see beauty and light even in those darkest days. What an inspiration you are!

    3. Theresa McGibbon

      You are amazing!

    4. Dorene Patterson

      J’nell….That is a beautiful poem….Nice job. You ARE an inspiration…. xoxoxo

    5. Renea Clifford

      This is the best poem!

      1. Gwyn

        Beautiful!!

    6. Claire Clifford

      This is amazing! Thank’s for sharing your talent!

  65. Ash Ketchum

    Don’t eat the pork.
    Babies come from the stork.

    Contamination from the superstition.
    Confusion from the omission
    of the hazardous infection
    even if told their would be rejection.

    Recovery from the the virus,
    Evacuation of the toxic puss
    Cause an explosion,
    the infection spreads until we’re done.
    Shun the incident.
    Pretend the hostage paid its rent.
    Ignore the plague coming in through your vent.
    Inhale the gas and spillover with the radioactive flu.

    North Korea did it.
    No Iraq did it.
    No they all did it.
    Closed up the leak.
    Tries and cries of nuclear lies.

  66. Renea Clifford

    You have such an amazing talent!

  67. Becky Bye

    You are strong woman..go girl!!

  68. Warren Simpson

    Welcome to the Revolution
    10.08.11 Music & Lyrics by SimpleMan Music
    Performed by BRUISED GRASS
    http://www.reverbnation.com/bruisedgrassband
    http://www.facebook.com/simpleman1971

    Welcome to the Revolution
    It’s a little ragged and torn
    50 years too late we seek solution
    So Welcome to the Machine

    Ya say you’re going up to New York City
    Cause they’re building a boneyard down in DC
    Life just hasn’t been the same since 9/11
    War crime within a war crime, within a war crime …..

    The time has come to make a choice
    On which side of history you will be
    The war is over, if you want it, you gotta want it
    Be the change you want it to be

    And that ain’t right, that I’ve been a slave
    Truth is Treason now, how in the hell do we behave
    Cause we got numbers, coming out from under
    In Jesus Name, Welcome to Our Thunder

    The time has come to make a choice
    On which side of history you will be
    The war is over, if you want it, you gotta want it
    Be the change you want it to be

    Corporate butter spread on thick, they milked us dry
    Black Friday night fights at local Walmart
    Occupy Wall Street, Occupy Together
    What was I doing in this land, i must amend

    “When the power of love overcomes the love of power,
    then we will know peace” Hendrix said that.

    so it’s up to you, and you, and you, and you
    It’s up to you….

    “Welcome to our Thunder”…

  69. Warren Simpson

    “COME & TAKE IT”
    12/30/2010 Lyrics and Music By Simpleman Music
    Performed by BRUISED GRASS
    http://www.reverbnation.com/bruisedgrassband
    http://www.facebook.com/simpleman1971
    http://www.youtube.com/my_videos?o=U

    I live in a cold swamp
    waiting for the revenue man
    to come stomping round my front door
    try to take my guns, my peace of mind

    They’re dancing on the constitution
    So damn us all we’re criminals of institution
    Cops occupy in force now
    and there’s something in your water

    And that ain’t right, that I’ve been a slave
    Truth is treason now, how the hell do we behave
    Cause we got numbers coming out from under
    In Jesus name, Welcome to our Thunder

    They say there’s another tax to pay
    That is, if you wanna stay
    Come and take my dignity, come and take my pride from me
    Come and take more and more, every time I bleed

    Come and Take it
    Just try to take it
    I’m warning you try
    Come and take it
    Try to take my guns, my peace and family

    Every one’s got their own line in the sand
    Every one’s got their own breaking point
    They are forcing us into a corner now
    It’s fight or flight, just you wait and see

    And that ain’t right, that we’ve been slaves
    Truth is treason now, how the hell do we behave
    But we got the numbers, and we’re coming out from under
    In Jesus name, Welcome to our Thunder

  70. snes um

    Nuclear THREAT, suspicious package.
    NO drill, state of emergency.

    E X P L O S I O N
    Plume… Cloud… Deaths…

    Radio ac-ac-active.
    Expo_sure
    Mu ta tion

  71. mazie

    Benjamin Hass’s poem gave me chills… and made me cry.

  72. Martin Smith

    Fear not, the NSA is here!

    Yes it is official – an exposed corrupt regime,
    But it’s not Afghanistan, or some other extremist scheme,
    The real terrorism comes from much closer to home,
    They’re listening to communications when you pick up the phone!
    I think its more than fair to say that it’s a cyber attack,
    Yet they prosecute others who in turn decide to hack…
    Hypocrisy at its finest, of the highest magnitude,
    If this is what the future holds, then the free world is screwed!

    National security measure… you know the drill,
    If it’s not terrorism, it’s a chemical spill,
    But fear not faithful citizens, the NSA is here!
    Use the word Al’ Queda? – they’ll make you disappear.
    So whether you’re a pensioner, searching on the web
    Or just a troubled teen, tweeting a celeb,
    Always be careful with what you say or type,
    Because you know those fuckers have tapped into your skype.

    Before I move on I bid thanks to Edward Snowden,
    The guy has got big balls, and boy he sure showed ‘em,
    He took a bomb for all of us, of this i have no doubt
    He stood up for the public’s rights, in this he is devout.
    So evacuate those in Government – its a state of emergency,
    They can take a long walk off of a short pier – right into the sea,
    I think its time we flooded out this broken national structure,
    And replace their lies with democracy, as the true conductor.

    Hey NSA… before condemning activism,
    How about evaluating the program you call PRISM?
    These innocent people who have clearly done no wrong
    Are being treated like Amanda Bynes throwing out her bong,
    And while we’re on the subject, what’s wrong with marijuana?
    All it really intends to do is make the user calmer…
    And wouldn’t it be simpler to extract all this information
    With half the country in a state of complete inebriation?

    To rid us of this PRISM menace, tweeting’s not enough,
    This isn’t KONY 2012 you know, i’m calling out your bluff,
    The only option is to attack, exercise deadly force
    Unless you want to feel the wrath of an NSA trojan horse?
    Call this nightmare what you will, Epidemic or Infection
    We know too well that the power lines, point in one direction,
    So storm the streets, aid your friends and make yourself heard,
    Just make sure you all revolt against this steamy pile of turd.

    I am done with the government, so I will leave you all with this,
    I have something that you guys will not want to miss,
    Let’s add in some more keywords for the NSA to admire,
    It is no real secret what words their database require,
    Terrorist – Al Qaeda – Islam and Jihad,
    Yes I just wasted your time… I have 1 question – are uMAD?
    When you’re finished collecting up data by the mass,
    You can bend down, pucker up, and kiss my big white ass.

    By Martin Smith

  73. Pirate

    Disaster Warning

    Every time you Swat me on my exposed pipe bomb
    While I try to lay a dirty bomb
    You come around powdering me
    With some stupid chemical agent,
    Like I would infect your sacred target all the time!

    I’m simply sick of your compulsive behavior!
    Always trying to make me feel like an illegal immigrant!
    Your denial of service every time I want to hack your subway,
    touch your bust, lick your weapons cache, or scan your body
    I get in trouble with this Port Authority of yours

    When I try to kiss your dock, you call me a swine
    When I play with my improvised explosive device
    all you think about is the flu, Ebola, bacteria, or H5N1
    Why don’t you allow me at least once to simply shootout, explode and radiate?
    You’re such a resistant mutation, just as closed up as North Korea!

    Your Symptoms spillover! They burn into me like Sarin!
    Being exposed to you is like Agro Terror!
    I already got salmonella from your food poisoned pork you offered me yesterday
    So that you can avoid any contamination – as if I am toxic!
    You’re a plague to my human to human urges!

    We’ve come to a critical infrastructure here, without any key resources!
    You better start building a bridge or I will cancel the power lines.
    I’ve already started to use cocaine, heroin, and marijuana,
    Just to survive your Jihad on my Mexicles!
    So you better respond or I call in a State of emergency!

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