magic bullet theory

we need a poet to slam some
new national anthem.
we need a poet to slam some
new national anthem.
and they might as well write a tight as hell poem
or a rap that’s hella phat to telegraph
to every hip hop nation member,
so we can all get together
and tell punk-ass Bush that he’ll be gone in November.
we need a poet to slam some
new national anthem.
‘cause it’s the time of the season
for rhyming with reason,
and treason creeps
when my peeps are all sleeping.
it’s deep when
the corporate elite have been
cheatin’
for so long, they got total control,
got a hold on the whole game--
it’s profane.
George W. Bush ain’t shit to me.
i ain’t out to make headlines,
i’m out to make history.
resisting the
clique that’s addicted
to oil like a new global crack pipe
addicted to cash,
politicians can’t act right.

so I spit shit to flip the script from apocalyptic.

and the main thing to know about war in Iraq is
Bush lied, people died, and all war is a racket.

an illegitimate president,
an evil prince of smoke and mirrors
who hasn't had a self-reflective moment
since his days of coke and mirrors

a stolen election
a suspicious attack
a cover-up
legislation hastily passed
a pre-planned agenda
a nebulous war
pre-emptive invasion
secret military courts

corporate media
too afraid to follow the facts
in these days of charades
and fake patriot acts.

a military-industrial-petroleum complex
that can cancel democracy
by calling in bomb threats

a single bullet somehow piercing every heart

puppetmasters of catastrophe
assassinating democracy
rogue elements
targeting hope

a single bullet somehow piercing every heart

puppetmasters of catastrophe
hijacking reality,
but the truth is bulletproof
we need a open conspiracy
for freedom and democracy,
a transparent conspiracy
for justice and ecology
the truth is bulletproof
we need a team to confront a regime like King
and elevate the stakes like Ella Baker
we need poet to slam some
new national anthem

to those who have suffered
much will be revealed
follow your tears
the future needs us
now.

Drew Dellinger
2004
1-866-poetics
drew@poetsforglobaljutice.org

Nice one, Yellowfish.

I have one too.

Come and listen while I tell you 'bout a man called Osama,
A poor mountain man decked out in his pajamas,
Then one day he started shootin at some dudes,
That's when Cheney popped a vessel 'bout the bubblin' crude.

Oil that is, Caspian tea, Saudi gold.

Well the first thing you know, Carlyles are millionaires
W in Texas too, and he got outta there.
They said Washington, D.C. is the place you otta be,
So he loaded up the truck and moved closer to Cheney.

Well now it's time to say goodbye to Jeb and all his kin
And they would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in
You're all invited back next week to this locality,
to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Shillbillies, that is. Set a spell. Take your shoes off. Attach those electrodes!

Excellent Yellowfish.Yo' da Bro' or words to that effect

Thanks guys, but the peom is not mine......but I do like it more and more each time I read it.

I saw Drew Dellinger give a live preformance last week in San Fransico at the local "Slam-Bush" fund raising event. I liked the lyrics so I asked him for a copy to post, to which he enthusiastically agreed.

There were a lot of young people at the bay area Slam-Bush event. They seemed to be waking up to the fact that we as a nation are getting farked-hard buy the political-corporate machine and they what some real change. The one thing that surprised me was that despite all the energy against Bush there was very little out spoken support for Kerry or the democrats. I think the stoned slackers are really waking up.

Slam Bush

Stoned Slackers