anti war satire poem poetry – poems 2 die for

SO FAR

so you were born/
cloned to
protect our crowning
achievement

our ability to
split the atom release
planet destroying power

which have become
so widespread every
nation, family,
individual
owns at least one

bare minimum
essential for humanity to survive

for without
fear of mutual destruction
what might
keep us civilized?

to destroy everything
wipe out one’s neighbours

every citizen across
the globe’s inalienable right

testimony to
the vast advances
in wisdom and knowledge
we have made so far

AND DICED

Oh the satire
ran away from me

shunned civility,
turned severe

demarcated sharply
for slicing

sheep on the one side
goats on the other

yet
to preserve some
semblance of balance
nothing in the middle

a house divided:
those who laughed
set against

those who cried;
and those, true
to the sport

who both
laughed and cried

and then up
on high prior so
monstrously reversed

those whose guilt of complicity
though masked by
whatever
fake camouflage

ran

horribly
deep

that like Vampires in the light
suddenly stripped of immunity
and with
ripped-off
disguise

all they dare do is lie
down with their victims
(human
at last) wither
and die

(sadly only
metaphorically, in my
wildest imagination, even
though the world,
planet,
cosmos

crying out for justice;
desperate for correction).

STORM

the windows rattle
it is a slight storm

the windows
melt

it is
a nuclear showdown

thousands of years
millions perhaps
into the future

our descendants (much
altered) or
another species
must decide
(after finding the
bits and pieces
putting them
together)

what hatred brought
these two antagonists
to, as matter of
security and
deep principle,
uncontrollable hatred,
impossible fear

to equalise everything
in mutual suicide

windows melting
across the whole globe

JAVELIN it is false flag picture of anomaliea and discrepancies vituperative, driven by the pressure of lie upon lie it is strange when we confront you with logic . seems a weapon so alien thing that threatens to stop a tank in its tracks

UNDERWORLD

UNDERWORLD

it is a war on the underworld

and so
they burn everything

and so
they burn the sky

the shades of heroes
long gone stare
across
the river
in supreme disbelief

not since
the Children’s Crusade

has an army of the tiny
mustered to cross

souls
that did not
have a chance to live

REFAAT

REFAAT

so now
they have resorted
to killing poets

because
the pen is mightier
than the sword
it is said

and they took that literally
and
as is well known
James Bond carries
his old Q branch
speciality
of rocket-
launching pen

nothing
more deadly

which
you know,
       we know

every spy agency knows this
it is something that
military intelligence
                even one
caught false flag asleep
at its post
has prepared for
extensively
trained for
exhaustively

knows
only too well

and how can
target
be a poet

if they are all animals?
that is the syllogism for you
to
take to heart
the
reactive-armour
heart they
gave you

as you plough through
guilty humanity
steel-skinned in
your Merkava
kampfwagen

hunting for the tunnel
will take you down to Hell

where
poets, great poets,
will all be waiting

to raise a few things,
take issue with you

by hook
or by crook

endeavour to persuade you
that there is
something in
this voice, about
this speech
that justifies itself