What’s the solution to war?

What’s the solution to war?

What’s the solution to war?
We should send old men and old women to war
let them kill themselves off in the name of bigger cars
and better air-conditioning.
Let the congressmen and the kings
the presidents and the heads of state
pull out guns and knives and battle to the death.
Why should my son or daughter fight for you
you fucking cowards you killers you creeps?
You hide behind your hallowed halls.
You hide behind your laws that money buys.
I want you out in the open
looking down the barrel of a gun
see what my son would see
before he pulled the trigger,
a man just like himself scared just like himself
put there just like himself by a man or woman like you.
The blood that spills the guts that pour
should be yours, Mr. President.
The guts that pour the blood that spills
should be yours Speaker of the House.
The brains that splat the guts that pour
the blood that spills should be yours, Senator.
Teenagers should not be killing teenagers,
they should be studying math or tearing down an engine
or hitchhiking through Europe.
War is not a game of chess.

Freedom Was A Whore

Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me for forever.
Freedom just walked away.

Someday I Will Start The Revolution

Someday, I will start the revolution
but, this morning, I had to bring cleats
and a baseball uniform to my son.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but, for right now, there is cereal to buy
and Nintendo games to rent.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but my son’s sneakers are worn
and he needs new clothes for the spring.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but my daughter needs a new dress
and I’ve got to come up with the money
for her next guitar lesson.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but I’ve got those student loans to pay back
and these credit cards to pay down.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but I just rented an apartment
and the cable for the television hasn’t even been put in.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but right now I am late for work.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but I need new tires for my car.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but I may want to get a Masters in poetry first.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but this woman just walked by
and, man, she looks good.
Someday, I will start the revolution.

Everybody Works At Walmart

Everybody works at Walmart
and they drink Coca-Colas
while watching American Idol.

The above poetry by Mikel K is from his forthcoming book, “Someday I Will Start The Revolution.”  If you are an agent, or a publisher, you  should contact K if interested in working with him on this book.

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Mikel K blew up his tv because he was tired of cable news pissing him off, depressing him, and making him paranoid. K now spends his time walking his dogs, and trying to figure out what his cats are up to; it’s easier, K realizes, than trying to play God over things that he has absolutely no control over. His first memoir, “The Delivery Guy,” documents his transition from a drunk music writer, aspiring poet superstar, to a sober father watching his youngest kid grow up running The Little League bases. His poetry books document just about all that a man, alive today, can see and feel. Click here to check them out, and buy one.

Mikel K can be found on Facebook as mikelkpoet