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Meet The Barbarian Within

Charles Orloski: Not easy to face the young barbarian in me – Shudder that New Years Eve, 1976, when I raised drunken fists in order to strike my father, a Teamster truck driver.

Not easy to face the young barbarian in me –
Shudder that New Years Eve, 1976,
when I raised drunken fists in order
to strike my father, a Teamster truck driver.
Come 1982, inside a Scranton theater,
Gandhi played on silver screen.
Feeling damaged and civilized, I cringed
while watching the symbol of non-violence
slap his wife into spiritual obedience.

Barbarian Within

O Moses (sigh), are you serious?
Must I really first remove the plank
within my own ash eyes before extracting
sawdust from a foreign brother's?

Not easy to have sworn a U.S. Army
oath (Fort Polk, LA, Autumn, 1970)
to honor humane prisoner treatment
and come 2003, watch T.V. news; the spectacle
of American soldiers tossing Iraqi “insurgents”
into Tigris, and proud Garner and England's
Abu Ghraib pyramid construction,
allegedly built “under order of higher-ranks,”
naked Iraqis piled to flesh and bone promontory.
The First Wonder of the New World Order?

O Moses (sigh), are you serious?
Must I really first remove the plank
within my own ash eyes before extracting
sawdust from a foreign brother's?

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but for Bush family appearances on T.V.,
and I know for sure Amnesty International cares for me.
(Sigh)
I felt for the guy beheaded by Saudis in Riyadh,
2009, for “homosexual intercourse” indulgence.
I thought either a crucifixion
or several whip lashes would have sufficed...,
after all, the sinner never stooped to APOSTASY.
“Isis, O Isis,” sang mysterious Dylan,
I watched the awful videos, journalist beheadings,
O ISIS, you must quickly convert to TexaSaud Tea Party!

O Moses (sigh), are you serious?
Must I really first remove the plank
within my own ash eyes before extracting
sawdust from a foreign brother's?

Ah, snowy white indoctrinated,
I am ready to fight against barbaric ISIS.
9/11 patriotic, mature, I know better now!
I am acquainted with Miss America kinky fetishes,
and so what if Baltimore Raven, Ray Rice,
beat-up a lover in Revel Hotel Casino elevator?
Maybe soon Riyadh shall get an N.F.L. Team,
and Rice can make comeback, kick opponent ass,
knock around an immodest white-robed Isis.

No worries, no worries, America,
God's mercy on thee –
Barbarians are least perceived
in their own home-town boardrooms,
and St. Louis cops are on speed-dial for riff-raft.
(Sigh)
I am mindful of US foreign policy priests,
their hypocritical and endless impatience for
every nation's barbarism, except our own.
Civilized, I “turn other cheek,” do as told,
I look into ancient barbed wire eyes...,
so why are black-ops Pupils pointed at mine?

Charles Orloski