Tuesday, August 8 2006   -   Resources and Materials

By James Marengo

Too rarely does art collide with political reality with truly illuminating effect. Allen Ginsberg was a master of this craft and James Marengo has deftly summoned his spirit to irradiate 9/11 truth. - Ed.

It had to be flashing like a Pop-up ad
It had to be on digital on the television
It had to downloaded on the Internet
It had to be uploaded into American folklore

The C.I.A and Bin Laden are in Cahoots

It had to whispered to the TRL crowd
It had to be created by Corporate Headlines

The American Public sat still and silent while getting double-crossed by CEOs and extremists in plain clothes

Corporate cowboys with subliminal criminal intent

Soldiers in the CIA, working with Saudis, working with a worldwide
syndicate operating in the shadows of society

And it to be murmured from a big mouth

It had to be whined from an I-pod
It had to be debated by talking heads on the A.M dial
It had to be mumbled from the side of a mouth
It had to be muttered from under the stairs

It had to be enshrined next to Hoffa
It had to be buried in youngster's memory
It had to be incarcerated within the facts
It had to be entombed in lecture halls

It had to be crushed in a rush to judgement
It had to be pronounced dead in the headlines that dictate our time
It had to disappear before it arrived
It had to be as inconceivable as a box-cutter knife

It had to be played on a loop
It had to be the war drum beating
People stopped dead during IM conversations

It had to be the second richest American Warren Buffet holding a golf
tournament at the same army base Bush would run too after terror
arrived

It had to be robber-barons pulling strings in a corporate underworld
Selling America out while screaming for freedom

It had to democrats and republicans working together in cahoots
against democracy

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers with over
4,000 put options placed on victimized airlines

It had to be the CIA and the FBI and social elite working together
They were bigger than jihad
And they are bigger than you and I

It had to had to be a high-rise office filled with murder

It had to be smoked in the embers of a jet fuel fire
A Burning blog
Sound escaping from a muzzled shout

It had to be a solider that can't breathe
It had to be in Condoleezza's mouth
It had to be central intelligence, House of Bush, House of Saud,
Blue Bloods and corporate coercion

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

Gang bangers
Executioners everywhere

The elite
The drunk
The brutal
The royal

On top of a makeshift concentration camp
The burning light of global warming
Prescription drug menace
Suburban ruins

Broken homes ravaged by nuclear concepts

It had to be the ariscrats
They hide behind democracy
And they got rich off of fear, sending anthrax reminders

They wanted RX Dopers
They wanted Waco
They wanted columbine
They wanted a war on the American psyche

It had to be the CIA and the Mujahideen and the FBI

Bloodthirsty unfettered capitalists
Vicious brigades ran by wannabe cowboys
A death squad for the entitled
The Army, Navy, and Marines dropping bombs on more poor people

It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
A never-ending rat race
Brother against brother

Nick Berg's head in a capitalists' bed
The Afghan Sand
It rumbles in tycoons
And gang wars across oceans

Bombing Iraq settled the score when Saddam was hording oil and
planning daddy's death

The Last breathe of America's democracy
Bumped off with White House plots and plans

A warning to governments all over the globe

The sleeping giant is awake and is hungry for blood

The White House and CIA keep each other's secrets
The Bandar and Dubya never hit their own
The Dick Cheney and Bin Laden are one mind

Brute force and full of money
Brute force, worldwide, and full of money
Brute force, worldwide, and full of money
Brute force, worldwide, and full of money
Brute force, worldwide, and full of money

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Afghanistan
They had to murder in Iraq
They had to murder in New York City
They had to murder in Washington D.C
They had to murder in Shanksville

And they had to murder America

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(This Poem Is an interloptation of Allen Ginsburg's poem
'Hadda to be playing on the Jukebox')