Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
Foaming, Frothing Lunatic: Unkempt, Uncontrollable, Irascible
Living in "the land of the Greed, and the home of the Slave."
An infant wails. His older sister's skull crushed against the pavement.
His life will be a succession of senseless, ever-escalating atrocities.
Moving backwards, speaking forward.
Vapor trails and jet exhaust scream vertically through the atmosphere,
Delivering doom of megaton proportions.
We are parakeets, chirping and scraping at our brass prison in indiginant protest.
Until someone throws "our colors" over the cage
We see nothing but stripes,
Hear nothing but anthems,
And sleep soundly, believing that nothing exists Outside.