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Whitey’s Got a Jones

Paul Lojeski: You think our leaders know what the fuck they’re doing? Just ask them why we’ve been killing people in Afghanistan for 15 years.
Whiteys Got a Jones

whitey’s got a jones

whitey’s got a jones.
murder’s his dope,

his daily fix. throwing
on the blues, he

makes the scene,
makes the score,

shoots up the black.
whitey’s got a jones

and he don’t care.
wants no rehab,

no cure, he likes the
rush, loves the hate.

whitey’s got a jones.
whitey’s got a jones.

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He leans against
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building, watching
with blood-red eyes.
She slumps on a bench,
in a murderous trance
at the train station.
A group huddles
in the burnt field next
to the bowling alley,
sharing a bottle,
shouting in foreign
tongues. They aren’t
armed. Not yet.
But soon. Soon
they’ll lather
on war paint
and crouch
at the dark ridge,
soon arrows will fly.

An Optimist at Heart

You think we won the Revolutionary
War? Just ask the British Royalty
sweeping into New York tonight

to a throng of ass-kissing Americans.
You think we won the Civil War?
Just ask the ghosts of recently murdered

African Americans what they think
about that. You think we’re the
defenders of the weak and champions

of human rights? Just ask the kids
waiting on death in the Gaza. You
think sanity and reason will make

a comeback? Just turn on the Home
Shopping Channel for ten minutes.
You think our leaders know what

the fuck they’re doing? Just ask
them why we’ve been killing
people in Afghanistan for 15 years.

You think we’ll ever figure out
how to get ourselves out of this
nightmare? Just look in the mirror.

Paul Lojeski