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Poll 1 Set
We Didn’t Start the Terrorism
(in the melody of “We didn’t start the fire” by Billy Joel)
by Mathew A Erickson III
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
by e gallien
my body in lockdown
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
I watch the delays-
activism isn’t enough
there is still a drug war
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
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
by Nathan Payne
their torrid, toxic narcos,
in a homegrown botnet
of agro terror,
the airport burst-worm
my spillover jihad is cloud-threat resistant!
warning watch mudslide!
disaster snow interstate!
LMNOPLO car bomb!
with a head
full of HAZMAT,
on my SPAZMAT,
pointed 5 times a day
in a twister
I’m so tired of Al Qaeda!
in the Islamicalifragilistic,
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?
in condoms full of Mara Salvatrucha?
without a fork
blister agent-free kombucha?
this is a homeland standoff!
prevention shots are fired!
and like a buncha
to meet defeat
to our decapitated
State of emergency drills
With hazardous industrial spills
Or toxic radiation
And pandemic evacuation
Make domestic security thrills
The suicide bomber Jihadists
Were sent by extremist Islamists
A car bomb malfunction
Caused a service disruption
With recruitment of bombers hit hardest
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
The Future is Cancelled
by M.L. Browne
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.
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.
by Kevin Sexton
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.
Mitigation through my hand,
the blister agent;
a tremor, burst and
Poll 2 Set
Assassination for Domestic Security
by Freaking Tim
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.
Attack of Wildfire
by Erika Ruiz
Today I experienced
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
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
Within the rotting core
Of a dying civilization
That no longer believes
They spread like a flu
Onto every dying breed of humanity
That has seen its last days
Of the believed Social Darwinism
By the sickening ways of
I am the tornado of words
That prophecy has feared
Would bring the end of worlds
I am the port of electric tsunamis,
The wildfire spreading through
In order to rejuvenate the lost hopes
Of a fragilely shattered population.
I am the thing you fear most,
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
Trapment of Ideas
There is no drill
For the oncoming war of life
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
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
Terrorist Fist Jab
by Greg Santos
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…
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,
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
No evacuation possible! Dorothy struck by flying window, crash! Knocked to the
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
But no. They are the Munchkins, the Little People, and she has assassinated the
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
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!
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.
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.
Poll 3 Set
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
Toxic radiation spill over burns dust in the wind. the wave of bacteria, plague,
mutation raise air born symptoms against dust in the wind.
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.
WE ARE ALL DUST IN THE WIND.
by 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 occurring
A cloud hazardous to the ‘elite’
It’s not a zombie outbreak
But a contamination 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
by Carrie Burton
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
Haikus of Terror
by Alexis B
Drug cartels and gangs
Cocaine, Heroin, meth labs
Police attack: riot gear
Home grown radicals
IED, suicide bombs
Giving hate for hate
Shooting deaths, lockdown
An epidemic of fear
Prevention of what?
White powder: is it toxic?
Earth’s extreme weather makes us
Plagues spreading like wildfire
Human to human
What’s “organized crime”?
Wall Street banks stealing it all
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?
Fighting the true terrorism
Mudslide of people
By the people rising up
A peaceful standoff
Prevention by voice
Recovery of our rights
Spillover to all
A Toxic Sort of Love
by Mene Tekel
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.
Laced with chemical burns,
spillovers from our own dirty bombs,
hazmat teams surrounding every door,
a toxic sort of love.
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.
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.
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.
Awoken on day zero,
Coffee, cigarettes, breakfast, getting dressed
Wearing our weapons of mass destruction
Under trench coats and we walked to our destination,
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,
An epidemic sort of love.
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.
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
by Ronald Reed
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.
Poll 4 Set
‘Twas AMTRAK and the agro sleet
Did BART and Mysql in the plume
All airplanes (and derivatives)
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 derivatives)
And the meth labs outbroke.
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
getting hot in El Paso, where I fell in love with a Mexican girl. We glorified her
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.
I AM a Matter of National Security
by Carlton Hart
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.
Airplane (and Derivatives)
by Jenn Marie
interstate closure & quarantine
the pork outbreak quarantine drill
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
call it contamination identity looting or
social media’s extreme weather
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
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
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
S.O.S. (Seeing Ominous Seduction)
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
On the Day I Became a Terrorist
by benjamin haas
On the day I became a terrorist there wasn’t a nuclear meltdown or pipe bomb
There was a radioactive and over-fished ocean, but that had nothing to do with
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
On the day I became a terrorist I wasn’t subject to denial of service online or at a
Someone drank a car bomb, smoked marijuana, and snorted cocaine in a
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
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
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
And I counted the tiles on the bathroom floor, while someone else was held
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.
Disease of Life
by Tina Louise
Swines find humans
Despise the kind of them
Reduce them to the fear in them
Deduce assumptions unclear of them
Puts society at risk
Setting wrong examples
Wisdom and protest
With dubious impunity
Acting on intelligence
Delivered with due diligence
By one side or the other
Under threat or
Some leak, released when freaked by threats of torture
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
Breathing down their necks
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
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
their stirs a wave of reaction
a backlash to this mutation of life itself
refuses to lie down and take manipulated
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
washed over the earth with healed
Human to human
Human to animal
This world is ours
…just once and for ALL
Poll 5 Set
Suspicious Substances and IED’s
by Shaun Presley
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,
Helicopter 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.
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?
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.
OCCUPY Free Speech
by Rachel 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!
Extremism against free speech
Repeat, this isn’t a drill.
Ode to St. Elizabeth
by jim hayes
Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott
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?
ATTENTION: Service Disruption due to Homeland Security Lockdown
by Hydrogenguy [Patrick Calvert]
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!”
by DT Marlow
Let resistant ice bust
And like a drug
Like a cloud on the horizon
A tremor, like a shiver
Passing down interior rivers
Waiting in the wings
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 mudslide
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
Poll 6 Set
The Department of Homeland Irritainment
by tim shores
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.
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
A Sonnet for the Department of Homeland Security
by Robert J
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
by Arthur Challenger Oemke
So there we were, sippin’ on quarantine
in San Diegeo
When, some relief burst right outta
Tijuana like a
hurlin’ IEDs & conflicker
Then the metro,
of diarrhea & powder
collapse all around us.
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
decapitated Target employees
Stranded two or three inches above the Niagara Falls of Johnson
a moment of relax
Home grown power lines
to go phishing
in a blizzard
and return as
Tuscon or Yuma
Cyber commanded to worm right
the brute force of my
by Nathan Foster
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
And in case I collapse
In the explosion
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
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
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.
The Terrorist Threat Called Cancer
by J’nell Avenia
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!
by 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.