Terrorism Again, poem by Thomas Hubbard

    Foreigners send agents, surveillance
    to photograph your land,
    spy on your peoples,
    strategize against your national defenses,
    map the resources under your earth,
    determine profits to be taken
    from you and your children,
    foment unrest in your streets,
    destroy your culture.
    Safe at home, they review their investments and drink fine liquor.
    Foreigners send their corporations
    to take your natural resources, and
    they manipulate your government, and
    they set up puppet leaders who
    impose odious rules on you and
    give away your national property, and
    they install shipping and pipelines
    to carry off your wealth,
    leaving you with crumbs.
    Safe at home, their families buy without regard to cost.
    Foreigners send their missionaries
    to convert your children
    in the guise of “helping” you, and
    they violate your religion
    in the streets of your town, and
    they build their churches
    on the graves of your fathers, and
    they teach their ways to your children
    in schools built on your homeland.
    Safe at home, their children memorize lessons of their church.
    Foreigners send death across your skies
    not just one or two explosions, no,
    countless explosions, bombs,
    smart, dumb, clustered
    dropping from airplanes,
    delivered by missiles,
    killing, maiming, destroying,
    flattening whole cities, and
    spreading ruin over your countryside.
    Safe at home, their families live in exclusive neighborhoods.
    Foreigners send helicopters, tanks
    to spread death in your streets, and
    they tear down every place of shelter, and
    they defile your places of worship,
    bring ruin to your institutions,
    pollute the water you drink,
    spoil the air you breathe,
    dump their sewage where they please, and
    then ridicule your suffering.
    Safe at home, their families celebrate holidays together.
    Foreigners send their armies
    to murder your neighbors, and
    they abuse your families,
    they kick down your doors,
    they enter your house and
    drag grown men outside,
    they threaten with assault rifles,
    they curse your women and children, and
    they spread your belongings in the street.
    Safe at home, they laugh and play with their families.
    When you fight back, when
    you resist with whatever
    side-arms, home-made booby traps, and
    any antiquated weapons you can carry,
    when you hate them,
    when you show them a minute fraction
    of the suffering they spread,
    then they imprison you
    for questioning and torture.


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