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The Broken JewelWith thoughts in mind of Esequiel Hernandez, Jr. Murdered in May of 1997, by U.S. Marines, while he was tending a flock of goats on his family's farm. One more, in a never-ending list of casualties of the ever escalating, immoral, illegal, "War On Drugs".
An 18 year old boy one night,
Was murdered by some thugs. Another death caused by this blight, They call "The War On Drugs." "Our guys," says Govco, "did what's right." Sincere looks on their mugs. "He had a rifle at the site," "And shot a couple slugs." "But were Marines within his sight?" Some ask, and Govco shrugs. Marines were wearing camouflage, Well hidden in the dark. A boy shoots at a rock, a log, or tin can, on a lark. Marines, we know, they didn't jog, But crept up on their mark. No warning. Quiet, like the fog. No order did they bark. They shot the boy down like a dog, An act of wrongness, stark. They left him laying dying there, Almost a half an hour. Why wait so long, how could they dare, Not act within their power, And call by radio for care, To some reception tower. Did they need time so to prepare, A wall of lies so sour, Of what they'd say had happened there, Behind which they could cower. Or is it just procedure to, Wait till a victim dies, So that they cannot trouble you, Exposing later lies. So experts can say what is true, And thereby will disguise, The facts within fictitious glue, And bind the people's eyes. And thus replace potential hue, And cry, with shrugs and sighs. The "War On Drugs" is wrong and cruel. Itself a tragedy, And yet still worse, it is a tool, Just one more deviltry. A weapon used by those who rule, A land some still think free, To lead us deeper in the pool, Of bloody Tyranny, And further crush the broken jewel, We once called Liberty. - Jeff Huber (1997) |