This is what's called a "blackout poem", which is sort of like "found art" for poets. What the author does is to use a collection of words, and black out the irrelevant ones, leaving a poem or phrase behind.
In this case, if you read the "enlightened" (
) words, you can see the protest of an expat who finds it abhorrent that his tax dollars (and "bloodied hands", in a metaphorical MacBeth sense) are contributing to the invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq.
In honor of Ehren Wateda [link]
and efforts at objectivity like this one [link]
The pages I "found" this poem in are consecutive pages from [link]
"the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction", America's 2nd oldest scifi short story magazine. The left page is from a short story; the right page is an advertisement.