‘terrorism’ is a word that has become a plague on our vocabulary, the excuse and reason and moral permit for state-sponsored violence – OUR violence – which is now used on the innocent of the Middle East ever more outrageously and promiscuously.
terrorism, terrorism, terrorism.
it has become a full stop, a punctuation mark, a phrase, a speech, a sermon, the be-all and end-all of everything we must hate in order to ignore injustice and occupation and murder on a mass scale.
terror, terror, terror, terror.
it is a sonata, a symphony, an orchestra tuned to every television and radio station and news agency report, the soap-opera of the Devil.
Strike against Terror. Victory over Terror. War on Terror. Everlasting War on Terror.
in August of 1914, the soldiers thought they would be home by Christmas.
today, we are fighting forever.
the war is eternal.
the enemy is eternal, his face changing in our screens.
once he lived in Cairo and sported a mustache and nationalized the Suez Canal.
then he lived in Tripoli and wore a ridiculous military uniform and helped the IRA and bombed American bars in Berlin.
then he wore a muslim Imam’s gown and ate yoghurt in Teheran and planned Islamic Revolution.
then he wore a white gown and lived in a cave in Afghanistan and then he wore another silly mustache and resided in a series of palaces in Baghdad.
terror, terror, terror.
finally, he wore a Keffiyah headdress and outdated Soviet-style military fatigues, his name was Yassir Arafat, and he was the master of world terror and then a super-statesman and then, again, a master of terror, linked by his Israeli enemies to the terror-Meister of them all, the one who once lived in the Afghan cave.
abukarkenshin 