To Edward Snowden

To Edward Snowden...

The time to wake up is now, people!
I am the one who give you the signal
Lots of canaries died that you aren't aware
The pot has been boling, so the frogs, beware

You are ignorant fools, feeling safe in your slumber?
NSA has your file and it has your number
Prism, Echelon, Beltway, Carnivore -
It's not twenty thirteen, it's ninteen eighty four...

Shut, shut your mouth, boy
Those who oppose us, we'll destroy
You can shove up your ass,that stupid thumbdrive
We will get you, bastard, dead or alive

Down the toilet we will flush your career
And your social image we'll smear, we'll smear
As the last resort, we'll help you decide
That you really want to commit suicide

We are psycopaths and we can't feel
We will kill you professionally, with no ill will
With nowhere to hide, for asylum you pray
Long live CIA, long live NSA !


7-6-13

SlavaOn, I don't understand the purpose of what you just posted. Is this something you wrote?

Hi SlavaOn,

eventually read these three articles about the NSA affair and Snowden:

Why real whistleblowers can no longer exist

PRISM for your Mind: NSA, WikiLeaks and Israel

21st Century Industrial Complexes, part 2: Surveillance, Cyber-Spying and the National Stasi Agency

Hello Stoneboss.

I did write this poem yesterday. The purpose is to share my opinion expressed poetically with Cassiopaea community. Since sott.com is my primary source of news, I thought "Creative Acts" forum would be a proper place for it.

Would you say that the poem correctly reflects the situation or not? Did it "tickle" you?
I have written a bunch of poems (there is one "To Bradley Manning", but they are no longer reflect the present state of affairs... On the other hand, as you know, there is no time - past/present/future is an illusion :)

So, if people would like me to post more poems, I ill.

SlavaOn

SlavaOn said:

To Edward Snowden...

The time to wake up is now, people!
I am the one who give you the signal
Lots of canaries died that you aren't aware
The pot has been boling, so the frogs, beware

You are ignorant fools, feeling safe in your slumber?
NSA has your file and it has your number
Prism, Echelon, Beltway, Carnivore -
It's not twenty thirteen, it's ninteen eighty four...

Shut, shut your mouth, boy
Those who oppose us, we'll destroy
You can shove up your ass,that stupid thumbdrive
We will get you, bastard, dead or alive

Down the toilet we will flush your career
And your social image we'll smear, we'll smear
As the last resort, we'll help you decide
That you really want to commit suicide

We are psycopaths and we can't feel
We will kill you professionally, with no ill will
With nowhere to hide, for asylum you pray
Long live CIA, long live NSA !


7-6-13

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Very good, I like it!

I like it too. It can be a "revolutionary song"! :)

Thank you for your comments.

Somehow, my poems are hard to sing. There are some innate properties in them that make them truly non-singable! I would be glad if someone could prove me wrong.

Here is a poem dedicated to a whistleblower Brad Manning. I wrote it in December 2010. I have mailed it to him while he was incarcerated in a brig in Quantico, VA but my correspondence was not allowed by a brig commander...

I would like to hear more of your comments, please.

***

Hotel Bushmaster two-six: Crazyhorse one-eight
You are looking at an enemy, in your hands is his fate
All you need is my blessing, when the trigger you press
You blow them to smithereens, to the bloody mess

So, you think a camera looks like a gun?
He may be a terrorist on a bombing run
A Reuters journalist with a hidden agenda
Stealing secrets and spying for al-Qaeda

Yes, Bushmaster element, roger that
I will let him have it, a -flicking-g rat
I'll light them all up, bring a little fire
That's what they deserve, that's what we desire

That's what makes us proud with no ill will
We are calling the shots; we have a license to kill
In the country that’s known as Afghanistan
In Iraq, in Yemen, and soon, in Iran

That Wikileaks’ guy, Assange is his name
Tried to spoil our game, we will put him to shame
We have no names, and leave no traces
What we do is “on the need to know” basis.

***
SlavaOn

PS. In a preview window I have noticed that -flicking- automatically replaced another word in the poem. When you read it, please, keep the right word in mind ;)

Chelsea Manning has been pardoned by still president Obama. She spent almost 7 years incarcerated. I hope she will be able to enjoy life and is not mentally damaged.

SlavaOn