you say I want a revolution/cleansing (be careful of your bedfellows)

by Peter Greene

illustrated by rhoda penmarq

you say I want a revolution/cleansing (be careful of your bedfellows) dedicated to a bomb named Little Boy Kill the Kulaks in the banks, hear the klancs of the locks as we put them away for their greedy crimes. in warmer climes, we've got war: and a man has to finish his business. at home we adhere to family values: love of country and collect Norman rockwells, build (b1b) airplane models dream of softball summers and   beer with the fellas  and    pie watermelon ice cream pik nik holidays  abroad we think of  funny names for our weapons, endear ourselves to others by taking their stuff. Once we have finished rebuilding™ this nation, we'll get back to you on that matter of breakage: sorry about your nuclear plant, that   lovely- coloured "revolution" your civilian airliner and/or your scientist (sign here, for no insurance): we wouldn't have done this if you hadn't made us, but sorry anyway. A little. We'll see you soon, re branded: no more corruption in our ranks (and our banks): we'll just kill you kleanly from here    OK? paint the drones white or something ©Peter A. Greene 2012.