death from the skyways
come crashing in, did someone
not let it happen?

death on high, crashing
down, did someone not stop the
Oklahoma bomb?

death in the market,
but don't evacuate! It
just knocked the top off.

what corporate corpse
had the arrogance to fall
under its own weight?

I am climbing through
the debris, I am wringing
my hands, I'm sobbing

I don't want to hear
why they did it, I don't care.
But to hate "towelheads",

is robbing us of
our freedom, we assist
terror in the end.

Bankrupt persuasion
spoken justly in righteous
fallacies through words

.........a horrible thing
that's beyond comprehension
........for eons to come

u.s. discovers
it is a dreadful feeling
to be powerless

all baby stabbers
justify their vile actions
to live with themselves

you would stab children
rawandan residency
is too good for you

scott
go live in the middle east
get the fuck out

when so many souls
are released in one moment
we are diminished

Why don't we just give
the terrorists a slap on
the wrist, they were right...

i gave blood today
let's not spill it just to act
we must be better

(mariachi & this_aint_allah: what did you give today except racist, homophobic bile?)

Considering him
I'm happy to be callous
and not a moron

This Ain't Allah makes
me proud of being simply
an evil bastard

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

My Haikus are not
Tongue in cheek, kill all those pig
headed dirty fucks

don't rise to the bait
it's exactly what he wants
bring back Bob Marley

Dirty smelly fucks
Hate America because
we have clean bathrooms!

unlike other sites
we had no racist postings
at least until now

the war has come home
but which war are we fighting?
shadowbox, right hook...

where is bad haiku?
bodily functions and ass
usurped by terror

Burn the middle east
They don't take showers and stink
women and kids first!

Kill all the fucking
Diaperhead mutherfuckers
Stab their children too

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.

But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.

How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.

How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.
Won't you help to sing

Dese songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

Towers are fallen
they are dead already give
it a rest dammit

Not even here can
I escape pointless talk of
big falling towers

Even bad haiku
is poisoned by those old news
Melle's getting mad

Haiku is hard for
those who can't count to seven
or not even five

Melle is stting
Thinking of undone homework
counting syls instead

"Syllables" is long
it may not always fit in
mind if I write "syl's"?

Shall I choose to die
by the fall or by the fire
still we have free will

a spectre of dust
hangs in a column above
innocent remains

hit that three times then
had already submitted
still feeling the sting

bent twisted broken
hearts shattered spitits scattered
bent and twisted minds

bent twisted broken
hearts shattered spitits scattered
bent and twisted minds

bent twisted broken
hearts shattered spitits scattered
bent and twisted minds

Puppeteering

A chosen path that
Became reality too quick
We still sling on strings

To previous course
we can no longer return--
history bends left

Today, I awoke
to blue skies and crisp air, but
the news is still real

Yesterday

I was glued. Eight hours.
T.V. :my post-school lecture
Channel 3: his name.

The first ACT

Smoldering bodies
Destroyed: hurt. HORRIFIED SCREAMS!
Four planes crash. questions...

Imagine

Imagine he's here.
John Lennon still singing songs
Oh! the SHIT he'll say!