I'm Sick of it!

 

Sick of the BS.

Sick of the lies,

one piled on top of another.

 

Sick of the war$

Sick of the genocide,

and threats

of Armageddon,

which I've suffered from

since crawling under

my school desk 

in elementary school.

 

Talk about terrorism!

 

Gaza to be 'purified'

for Greater Israel

and Trump's next

big swanky hotel

and casino.

 

Sick of the talk about

Washington and Tel Aviv

grabbing the offshore

nat gas deposits

just off Gaza.

 

What does one do

to deal with this 

deep sickness?

 

The best thing for me

is to stand on the street

with a sign

for an hour or more.

 

Make eye contact

with the drivers

zooming by,

some looking blankly,

some not looking at all,

some waiving or honking,

a few flipping the bird

or giving the thumps down.

One or two

rolling the window down

and yelling, 

'What about Hamas!'

 

It's time to help

liberate some fence sitters.

 

Even in Maine

where we've been loaded

with snow for the 

last couple of weeks,

we still get out there.

 

 

On Saturday 

we'll be in Saco,

the city where 

General Dynamics

makes the targeting devices

for the big bombs

both parties in Washington

are bribed

to send to 

the genocidal zionist entity.

 

Bombs that have often

been dropped on tents

full of children, elders,

moms and dads.

 

War crimes.

 

Enough is enough.

Join us on Saturday

in Saco.

 

Bruce