“They sell us the President the same way; they sell us our clothes and our cars. They sell us every thing from youth to religion; the same time they sell us our wars. I want to know who the men in the shadows are; I want to hear somebody asking them why; they can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are; but they’re never the ones to fight or to die. And there are lives in the balance; there are people under fire; there are children at the cannons; and there is blood on the wire”Jackson Browne

30,000 warriors

now crouched

tiger like

gladiators in sand

sons and daughters of freedom

awaiting a word

to strike

to liberate

to do what she was

meant to do

now Rome

crusaders of pure force

no reality can resist

doing right

call out the Instigators

rile up the gonad boys

coil them like a spring

and set them on the move

all muscle and sinew and bone

with great balls on fire

to wrench the villain

from his mortal coil

to save the world for

football, baseball and Broadway plays

cancelled till we kill em all

Hu Ra!

It’s on to Iran

and let’s win there

investors in bullets are happy again

another war in sand

no need to modulate now

cause freedom fighting terrorists

have unlocked the cuffs

and taken off the gloves

cause there’s Gooks in the wire

and fire in the hole

yippee ki ai a mother fucker

and a’ high ho silver

till we’re slipping and slidin’


In the warm dark maroon

viscous liquid goo.

so rally round the flag boys

awake from yesterday

asleep in the hammock

with the spoils of gain afire on the grill

while children play with grand new toys

and mothers mix the martinis.

our Torah toting allies have promised

to clean out that nasty hornet’s nest from under the eve

not loafing now,

serenely in the tradition of Steinbeck

that being their hard-won and God-given right


now a scream and a shriek

one of the children has had a nasty sting.

once aroused

no longer somnambulist with conditioned identities

a nation in echo as one,

these insects will be dealt with now

Son, bring along the DDT.

my Uncle Sam calls My America

now also abed

to arm

Miller time is over

throw off the Xanax and Prozac

fire up the knuckle draggers

rally round the flag boys.

once the fight is joined

we’ll answer also the question long since haunting

what is the true price of our oil addiction

when the War in Sand and the rubble of Lower Manhattan is calculated in

the greatest generation beheld not greater men,

but regular men with greater challenges

we now ours and whack-majinihad his

if he rally us round the flag boys

we’ll achieve that greatness

too long denied


another good war

in living dead color

on CNN



About circusinpurgatory
Nick Masesso Jr’s fictionalized short stories, poetry and prose have been published in the Starry Night Review, Elegant Thorn Review, Language and and Vagabond Press; the Battered Suitcase. His latest book “Armor of Innocence” and first book “Walking the Midway in Purgatory, a Journal” are available on-line and through bookstores.

One Response to Crossfire

  1. James Mcfarland says:

    Partisan opinion, can’t provide fair and balanced rating system. As a songwriter and lyricist, rhyming is so powerful and personal to me, like poems in ONTO OLD EARTH, alike Tolkien, the only two fantasy books to incorporate songs/poems in their labor of love… Great Nick words and drive, wish it rhymed, would be far more potent. Thanks for submitting.

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