Image: Alan McGuire
By Alan McGuire
There’s a new war film out,
not in the cinema,
but on your TV.
According to the manosphere
you need to be a man.
Is that in a wheelchair,
or six feet under?
Or do real men stand up
against an imperial war
of minerals and oil plunder?
Do it for nation
and falling empire.
Jesus told us to do it.
The naked emperor knows
he has no clothes
as he leans over underage girls,
his McDonald’s-sponsored belly
hiding his little hard-on.
Bombs for democracy.
Killing schoolgirls for feminism.
1984 was meant to be fiction.
You’re not protecting
your wife and children.
You’re fighting
to hide the Epstein files.
The rich men
won’t send their own kids to war.
Apparently Barron is too tall.
That never stopped basketball’s
David Robinson
Bathing in the riches of oil
while the victims
become forgotten.
The burqas and hijabs
never bothered them.
The never-ending war
creates more propaganda.
The actors who protest today
will star in it tomorrow.
They’ll win an award,
thank the same God
who gave them the plot.
More years of war
flicker on the cinema screen.
Will anyone be left for it to be seen?
It doesn’t matter.
America will win
while our bodies rot
for their sins.
