that we are among the brave, the few, who stood with genocide
who understood the need to withhold water, food, & fuel, even
medicine & shelter, from “human animals” who confront us
by their very being, we, who saw the true danger posed by
pregnant women, not to mention their already extant infants,
who saw through the subterfuge of “doctors” & “ambulance
drivers” simply staging farcical escapades to reach “hospitals”
that, in any case, could no longer serve their purpose on account
of our due diligence, & praise to the perhaps even braver who
understood full well that classrooms in schools & universities,
composed of no matter how many stories, must have had tunnels
under them, which could only mean they were actually terror factories,
churning out more & more detritus it is our most solemn duty to fully
cleanse, & yet, all this bravery in the face of such threat & danger is as
almost nothing compared to some of our very bravest, those snipers &
pilots who took it upon themselves to target not JUST those armed to
the teeth with microphones & cameras & sometimes even phones,
but as well their kin: fathers, mothers, sons, & daughters, even cousins
who might once have aided & abetted these others at some indeterminate
point in life, perhaps by speaking to them when these monsters had
themselves been infants, or in so many other myriad ways we barely
dare imagine— & as we cherish these in our memory, let us not forget
those, perhaps even braver, who targeted such as armed only with a pen—
& were this epic tale of courage to continue, as so we insist it must,
let us never forget our even more brave than these, the snipers targeting
the wounded dragged by rope on blankets across the killing fields—
& thus so do we uphold our soldiers, each & every one in their hundreds
of thousands, of each & every kind & glorious gender, to each
their own, as they welcome unarmed men in their nakedness,
& even some women shockingly armed in headscarves,
caressing them with zip-ties & serenading them in blindfold
as they make sure to sing our praises upon their very bodies,
to break their bones in honor of our truly glorious endeavor—
& having recounted all of this, we must still tell, in a surge
of even greater pride, of our wonder as we commit genocide
using our favorite superpowers who aid & abet our abject
fear & terror as we man & women our gunboats, as our
pilots soar through the perilous air having only to consider
the mortal wind, a cause of nature more truly frightful
than any surface to air power imaginable, & our tanks
& bulldozers, armored of course & so happily provided
for by yourselves, our most true friends: thus we combine
our meager forces and attack by land, air & sea, to ferret out
these beasts & ogres in their solitary missions, sometimes
in their tens, nay, even in their hundreds, laying in wait for us,
sometimes actually even armed with guns, or homemade missiles,
as we, the innocent, the good, come only to help & free ourselves
of these so-called freedom fighters, come only in our sacred mission
to help those we are forced to kill. And yet, there is even more: this epic
tale cannot end without pointing to the very truest pinnacle of honor,
that peak which makes it seem that what we have thus far recounted
is almost as nothing, for it is to you, dear reader, that we pay
everlasting tribute, to you, the bravest of all, to each & every
one of you who still stand steadfastly with us
in this, our moment of greatest need.
February 12, 2024