For many years now (on both the right and then the left) they’ve been asking
“where is the Peace Movement”, the holy Swiss cheese to go with the ham of the meat grinder
of endless invasions, occupations, “interventions” of what used to be called the “war on terror”
but now has no name since the new administration, the Obama-ites as I’ve come to call them,
attempted to rename the “mess” (as I think we all think of it now) but the new name just would
not stick so now they all (the pundits and PR persons) don’t call it anything except to comment
(briefly) that it has no name making it I guess the no name war which goes on in nobody knows
how many countries fought by again no one seems to know who for strategic reasons discussed
by no one and with many weapons no one even admits exist and heavens forbid that anyone
would should require an accounting of cost (or benefits) because no records are being kept
while meanwhile a handful of dedicated activists confronts the publicly proven war criminals
wherever they stand up (or sit down) to spread the endless lies which are dished out to maintain
the endless wars and everywhere I go I see the old Hippie Peace symbol of which I still possess
an old 1960’s poster with lovely girl with flowing hair wrapped around it which is actually the
old no nukes symbol left over from 1950’s made by combining ye olde, civil war flag semaphore
positions for two letters inside the ancient timeless circle of life that has now become ubiquitous
everywhere on kids t-shirts and hats, school bags and lunch boxes, even on party favors and
napkins as our children both in the inner cities and circling outer suburbs all somehow choose it
until it has somehow become, all the longer the endless wars go on and on, a fad that just grows
and grows among our kids, our children who never knew that the Moral Majority has waged a
40 year campaign to label this Peace Sign satanic and that the counter-culture with which it is
identified is anything but the only possible alternative to this relentless mercenary torture and
                        murder which torments their present and kills their future.


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.