The Neo-con job

 

 

 

I am so over

the neo-cons,

chief architects

of the con-job.

 

They've made a 

killing 

running their capers.

 

Call them globalists,

Anglo-Zionists,

call them fascists

or oligarchs. 

Mobsters.

 

Call them banksters in London,

or Wall Street and

retired generals 

at Lockheed Martin.

 

They are collectively,

integrated,

united,

arrogantly standing

as Mr. Big. 

 

Now even performing

on Broadway, 

or found in  

a recent edition of

The Atlantic,

Die Zeit, Le Monde,

The Guardian, 

La Repubblica,

The Jerusalem Post,

Kenyan Daily Post

or Chosun Ilbo.

 

 

 

 

It's nearly all the same story.

Piracy,

shrouded

in deception

and muscle,

the mobster kind.

Guns a-blazen.

 

The neo-cons

often get lumped into 

the Republican party.

But the neo-cons work with

both corrupt parties,

they control 

much of everything

across the west

and beyond.

 

These oligarchs

at times have 

competing interests,

though when 

push-comes-to-shove,

the neo-cons

stick together,

as we watch in fear

their endless war 

on Russia and China,

and the global south.

 

It's a hustle,

a canard,

a ruse,

a con-job.

 

And we

are the suckers. 

 

Go stand

on a corner

and complain,

make some noise. 

Arouse the sleeping,

disturb the 

supposed tranquility.

Bruce