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Drum Walking
Song of the Survivors

by Michael Gramlich, an atomic Vet

Do not
"sanitize" the bomb;
the bomb is a thing of terror:
of the memories of charred and
burning human flesh,
vaporized saints and sinners,
dark-scorched outlines
on shattered walls.......
It is the terror of ex-military men
who witnessed the Bomb
in above-ground tests
and (who) saw the very Gates of Hell
torn open
in incandescent ,roiling fury......
it is their quiet torment
and the agony of their families
as their bodies wasted away
before the cancers, leukemias,
and supportations of living flesh.....
it is the horror of people
living "downwind"
from the Bomb's radioactive slavering,
of the mothers and fathers
watching the inexorable-----
and so unnecessary--
deaths of their children;
it is compounded in the desperate hope
of grandmothers
that their grandchildren
would be born
alive and normal....

It is the anger of those
who trusted
those in political and military power
and who have reconciled
their own shattered genes,
casting their survival
to the ash-heap-glowing
of nuclear reality......

It is the horror of children
and people
burned beyond recognition
and it is the horror
of the potential
"reincarnation" of that grisly-ness...

It is the quiet desperation
of the homeless
and the helpless
as monies go to feed instead
the growing Horror:
the potential annihilation-
of the human race,
of the biosphere,
of the planet itself...

I ask you,
"Do not sanitize the Bomb"
with cartoons and diagrams
and models.
Rather, make
the horror of its reality
known to all the world.

--m. gramlich
at Last Vegas, Nev.
(American Peace Test headquarters),
4/7/89  11:50 p.m.

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(c) photos and journal 2001 May
by Kathy Barnes and Life
with Haiku and other poems

~Dedicated to Michael Gramlich and all the atomic vets and all the other people hurt by the nuclear monster~

And dedicated to those who gather their courage to pray and protest and strive for a non-nuclear world

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Freedom of Expression and Nuclear Oppression

Heat of desert sun~
Patterned shadows of soft color
Fall like paper cranes

We walk and drum in the wind
With the darkness at our backs
Where atom bomb blasts of a thousand suns
The destroyer of worlds
Blasted into the sky

Peace protestors come to make a statement
How secure is this place of atomic destruction?
Runners are everywhere, surprising "security"

There was no water in the pen for the peace prisoners
Only the desert sun, heat, and an outhouse........
After being detained for hours, would you want to escape too?

A non violent resistance
In the sun
Holding our anger in
Keeping our peace
Praying and
The Creator knows

Trucks anonymously un inscribed
Cylinders and squares and drilling rigs
To sacrilegiously drill and corrupt
The sacred mountains
The sacred earth
With the after effects
Of an insane age of nuclear madness

What would the number be?
The victims of the nuclear monster--
Uranium miners, scientists, atomic vets, radiation experiment victims, down-winders, rad waste haulers,
construction/destruction crews, gamblers and shiners, movie stars, recycled rad metal jars, prison bars, children, Chernobyl children, (Un)depleted uranium bomb victims, rads with wind and dust into the lungs of lizards who have never told their story, uncounted, unnumbered victims
of the nuclear demon~~~
what would the number be?
the NTS could not contain all the crosses


The desert sun
The desert wind
The valley could hold
A million solar panels
A million wind generators~~~~
The light of the sun
And the dance of the wind
Lightyears preferable to toxic radiation

It would be better if
You had never known the truth
Than to fall away from it

I tried to call you brother
I tried to call you friend
You chose one side
I chose another
You are still my brother
Will you ever be my friend ?

Will the stones remember we were here
To fight the nuclear monster
With our love
Peace said the Earth Mother
I will give you peace for your gifts

In the cool places
Friends speak
Clear headed
At the door of the sun

I've got the atomic cafe blues
The lizard waits for supper
At the gate of dawn
Skittering on
I follow
The orange flecks of color on its sides
Blend into the traveling desert

I've got the atomic cafe blues
Too many rads unleashed their destructive fury
Lizards scout for food scraps

(c) 2001 Reflections, a poem by Kathy Barnes

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Chicago Protest 2001

© DWMI website pages, Kathryn Barnes




Total War or Total Disarmament?
by Doctress Neutopia

  August 6, 1945

                        Hiroshima, 100,000 dead.

                        The bomber named the plane

                        after his mother, Enola Gay.

                        Icon of mother and son

                        unleashed the power of the sun

                        on civilians populations.

                        US military leaders

                        didn't want the war in Asia to end

                        until their new weapon was used.

                        After all, they had just spent

                        $2 billion to develop the ultimate

                        weapon and needed a human

                        testing ground for their investment.

                        Filled with revenge for attacking

                        Pearl Harbor, with the bomb exploded

                        they could show the Soviet Union

                        its new imperialistic megaton muscle.

                        Truman lied when he announced

                        the first atomic bomb target

                        was not a city, but a military base.

                        He must have know

                        bombing civilian populations

                        was against the Geneva convention.

                        The bomb was the total weapon

                        for a total war.

                        It was America's final solution.

                        For decades, US government

                        censored film footage of the land

                        that it killed on that sunny day.

                        The land of the free

                        didn't want the world public

                        to see what their Little Boy had done.

                        How different were suffering images from

                        Auschwitz than from images of Hiroshima?

                        Both represented crimes against humanity.

                        And so begun the Cold War against the USSR

                        that put nuclear weapons on hair-trigger alert.

                        America became the first World Empire

                        founded on thousand of nuclear bombs.

                        It became a rich nation even though

                        it failed to provide all citizens with

                        health care, education, and housing,

                        becoming the world's largest

                        proliferater of nuclear weapons.

                        If only these weapons were buried

                        with the ashes of the candle corpses

                        glowing eternally in the dark.

                        If only the wisdom of Albert Einstein

                        was heeded and a supranational organization

                        formed to protect the world from splitting atoms!

                        The possibility of poisonous

                        mushrooms clouds still haunt

                        our  barbaric world.

                        Depleted uranium weapons

                        contaminate children in the Middle East.

                        Iraqi mothers birth children whose heads

                        look like a jellyfish.

                        Sub critical nuclear testing continues

                        to develop suitcase weapons in hopes

                        of sending Iran back to the Stone Age.

                        Consciousness of evil vaporize!

                        We don't want you any more!

                        Our creative energy is non-nuclear.

                        It says no to any kind of war!

                        Isn't it time now to move beyond the Nuclear Age?

                        Isn't it time to end the nuclear tyranny in Outer Space?

                        Isn't it time to use the sun's power in a positive way,

                        to use our solar energy to build a global

                       sustainable culture where world peace reigns?

                       The destruction of our sacred flesh and bones

                       by radioactive corruption is against the love force

                       that evolved beautiful life on this holy garden.

                       War Gods on Gaia,

                       your bombs are like volcanic

                       eruptions, tidal waves that can kill

                       hundreds of thousands of people.

                       Will humanity learn to control

                       the Poison Fire before

                       there is another World War?

                       Will we learn to love the planet before this

                       artificial consciousness melts the eyeballs

                       of both those who can and cannot see,

                       before it releases fireballs

                       that blinds the bumblebees?

                       Madonna mind,

                       there is no ascension for believers

                       in a species who goes extinct!

                       If your religion is universal love,

                       then I demand you to prove it!

                       Disarm this Christian nuclear nation state!

                       Be a leader of Lovolution. Turn the other cheek!

                       Create a yoga environment of inner peace.

                       Isn't this the Neutopian dream?

                       If you are sincere in conquering terrorism,

                       then dismantle your terrorist weapons.

                       It wasn't Sadaam Hussein who possessed

                       weapons of mass destruction. It was you!

                       You invaded Iraq for oil so that you could continue

                       your greedy lifestyle depended on the filthy automobile.

                       Look in the mirror and see beyond

                       the falsehood of your patriotic smiling grin.

                       Then you will find the kernel of truth that bombs

                       are no protection of the enemy of ignorance within.

~by Doctress Neutopia~

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