John Bryant's poem, from
http://www.thebirdman.org/ This poem has a few derrogatory remarks in them, but he makes them not to insult, but to show his moral objection to killing minority groups. His poem is thus not to be taken literally, but rather symbolically:
Kill bin Laden!
Kill bin Laden! Kill him good!
And make his minions know
That those who bother Uncle Sam
Will choke while eating crow!
Kill! Burn! Bomb! Strafe!
Spill their guts asunder!
Who's the foe? Gee, we don't know,
But let them hear our thunder!
The smell of blood is what I love
For punishment condign!
I love to hear the crunch of bones --
As long as they aren't mine!
Let's give our boys some lethal toys
And turn them loose to kill!
So what that innocents should die?
They'll be our heroes still!
Kill! Burn! Bomb! Strafe!
Pop their eyeballs out!
Bayonetted babies make
A fearful form of clout!
Twin Towers snuffed by Ay-rabs now?
Who really wants to know?
Let's wipe the greasy muthas out
And really make a show!
We'll use a nuke and make them puke
And burn them all to Hell!
Who needs to have the least regret
When killing feels so swell?
Kill! Burn! Bomb! Strafe!
Rip the scum in two!
What feels good can't be wrong if they
Can't do the same to you!
Now killing isn't really bad
When you're ten miles away --
You can't see piles of arms and legs
Or feel the bloody spray.
Technology is just so grand --
It's great to pull the trigger!
And what a boost it is to know
You've killed another cool person!
KIll! Burn! Bomb! Strafe!
Make them hate us more!
But do take care that they've no chance
To even up the score!
