Keeping SCORE of those at WAR who tend to ROAR
That MORE is NEEDED as dangers' HEEDED by those CONCEDED who FIGHT for some deceptive RIGHT
Just out of SIGHT of PARITY or CLARITY
A promised LAND, the upper HAND, to UNDERSTAND
A life so BLAND with POOR excuse in CORE beliefs that never won BEFORE will REAPPEAR for those so NEAR in the Devils EAR to JUSTIFY the reasons WHY
They feel DESPAIR so must DECLARE conflict from a STARE
A RARE confession they just want PEACE so must RELEASE this injust BEAST
For crazy as it SOUNDS their war has got no BOUNDS settled on the GROUNDS of THOSE the fighters CHOSE
What will be WON when all is DONE in the fading SUN
As the GUN falls to the FLOOR can you simply IGNORE the surrounding UPROAR
You were once on TOP but when you STOP you cannot DROP the FEARS of all those TEARS
The fightings END with lives to SPEND a loss you can't PRETEND
To BEND the rules and MAKE it fit a TAKE of your creation, for the SAKE of PEACE you must learn RELEASE recognising PLEAS
What is the NEED to SUCCEED
Barely old enough to walk
With rifles in their hand
The children lost in battles
They don't even understand
Hollowed eyes of horror
Toy soldiers, all must fall
Broken bodies ruined
Lined up against the wall
A night a-flame.
A hellscape.
Upswirling, upscreamed. Which none
Can escape.
Flash after flash.
Devil cheers.
In the rising smoke Man's true
Foe appears.
Run
She marched.
No shoes,
just marched —
grey patches on her legs,
stiff and hard.
Metal watching from above,
nowhere to hide,
just to walk.
She cannot sit,
she has to write.
The world must listen to the cries,
but how long can she survive?
The buzzer alerted.
It landed —
landed on her with a thud so wild.
Pen in her hand.
Pen was her guide.
The free press is free
Unless it says something wrong
Then it is not free
* * *
He read the whole terms
He agreed to sell his soul
The font was too small
* * *
War is on the news
The anchors all wear nice suits
We change the channel
Time i see it not.' Yet its journey has yet not stopped' if two hundred years were
The span of your days.? You would read
Better, the woes of each age' failing this
Hit the history trail, if more did could have
Less seething, or tantying, or railing rage.? Look at 1853; 56.' You might get to learn of dark tricks, 1910 a time of Spanish flu, 1914 and a war just grew? Forty one years untill the second go.' To clear out
fachists is the way it did go.' 1965 we got
Into nam..' right after the Korean one
damn! con-vid has been and gone
If you were two hundred now you
would have lived through every, one..Maybe you can see a pattern now, old europe can be a greedy sow, many world leaders, on puppet strings, its not just a theory, things
Turn to similar in our timeframe again, convid has been and gone' old europe eyes Crimea again..For you see a stratagist, once said who rules there, holds the world, in a
pillory, Fred or charlie or wally? Or who.? Can't you see
On which foot is the shoe.' I suggest you find out really fast, or your jacksie, might
Get one up it? way too hard' and, quite fast.'
in the ruins of war
flowers are blooming
and that
is not
the flowers’ fault.
The orchestra marches on in Gothic dark
The guitar brigade lights the night with a spark
The ***** angels with furled black wings
Take flight as the alto sopranos screams
The tenor tangent scratches the stage lights
The overloaded cannons shoot at the sky
And the backup witches writhe with the king snake
And the decibels start the earthquake
At the demon soiree plays each heart string
As the masses are swayed by each catatonic ring
And the charging bull, the rhythm section
Pounds to the misery of each predilection
Bombast and bomb blasts
I've not seen a crescendo like that
The smoke clears and the arena comes into view
With the bodies spent and strewn
And the vixens and sirens screaming
Like a queen who’s king died in the war
Splashes and crashes
As the debris floats to the shore
And the conductor (that ******)
Can’t keep a beat
The beast has now had enough
As he begins his retreat
War torn and forlorn
The stage lights finally go out
But not before the medieval four
Sound the trumpet blast, Ahh! at last
At nighttime's end when I am awake
please give me a no-pains day today,
a no pills and no ills day I pray.
For you and for all mankind I pray.
When World finally decides to awake
let there be no violence today,
no drones and no early deaths today;
no mourning, no suffering I pray.
Let ugly war sleep and peace awake.
Awake today and always, I pray.
ancient and new war dead….olden hate
runs through modern veins grieving god
Walking in circles under the dripping canopy's leaves,
repeating a sentence someone gave him at twenty.
Terrorise your enemies.
The world moved on while he stood still,
saluting the old invisible flag.
Stand your ground.
Voices called his name from the edge of the trees,
but every kindness sounded like a trick.
Never surrender.
Counting the years by how many ghosts went silent,
the mission remained loud in his head.
Hold the line.
Better to starve than admit the hunger was pointless,
rather be feared than feel foolish.
Show no retreat.
It is not truth that convinces him,
but a formal command,
stepping out of the past.
"Lay down your arms."
So, Onoda walked out of the jungle at last,
wearing three decades of orders as his only story.
His identity.
LONG LIVE THE KING
Neptune slept, the fathoms deep
Cronus fled, off Saturn's rings
One by one, they turned away
The gods but one, Ares stayed
An angry Sun filled the skies
Know this night, all sleep denied
Towers shook, twisted, fell
Inside out, so rose hell
Another bite, rancid sweet
Nectar, rind, core, and seed
Where pits were spat, chaos rained
A tree of fire, leaves of flame
The road a snake, millions crawled
Bleeding, burnt, blind, they called
Join the march, on Eden's gates
We'll take what's ours, hang all saints
Angels brought, to their knees
Dragged and shot, cut their wings
Worn in mock, They formed a ring
The King is dead, long live the King
METRONOME
The Arctic winds blew
The bitter cold slew
High in the sky
The birds of prey flew
The Heavens reached down
Wings, white as whey
We gathered around
The metronome played
We walked in the clouds
We died where we lay
Still begging for bread
Hands frozen, we prayed
The pendulum swung
The traitors, hung, swayed
We gathered around
The metronome played
Before the sun rose
We crawled and we cleaved
The flesh under snows
We ate, so we breathed
The sirens, slow wailed
The traitors, shot, brayed
We gathered around
The metronome played
872 days of cold, hunger & death was the siege of Leningrad. When the radio was not playing patriotic music to boost the morale of the citizens, it broadcast the beat of a metronome ... The faster the beat, the more imminent an attack.
The pen will always be useless
In hands callused by a sword.
You cannot unwrite a poem
Anymore than you can unstart a war.
There is a special bond
Between prose and broken bones,
Love letters and daggers,
Notes and stones.
Both can symbolize a promise
Of safety in kind.
Both carry the ability
To make their audience cry.
A soldier who has seen,
A poet who has told,
The pen and the sword are both mighty,
But neither promised to come home.
Their fates are decided
By those who wield,
A legacy left,
Is a legacy sealed.
The leaders of some countries
lie and deny the genocide
perpetrated by their military
despite the evidence being bona fide
yet those disliked
they don't even know
but want to annihilate
as a dangerous foe
unfortunately it shows
when he goes on the warpath
with ethnic cleansing
it's only the victims who take a bath
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