The Complex

Born in the West Wing, wood paneled board rooms with eagles clutching arrows. Raised in sterile war rooms the military industrial complex is fed meta-data by handmaidens in dirty gowns. Idiots with grandiose idiosyncrasies preach peace through strength, high yield nuclear winters for carcasses left out in the cold. Retail terror sold to despots, ideological crackpots, and dictators propped up by Petro dollars and corporate collusion. Blood oil and sand force western amnesiacs to sing seances, ploting on strongmen. Political hitmen drop 50 mega ton bombs from Gulf stream jets. Billions move from one  

screen to another, babies die under rubble. Black burqas rock back and forth calling down evil on the complex.. The complex sees all evil,

the complex hears all evil. The complex looks over shoulders electronically, diametrically opposed forces play out global chess games besodden with hysteria, smiling at a one way reflection in a two way mirror....