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New World Order

While Bureaucrats grow rich and fat
              in six-star luncheonettes, 
and Bankers beam their self-esteem
              (bailed out of broker's debts),
the deep, devout and down and out
              sink, sallow silhouettes.

Tycoons hold reins (arrayed as chains)
              where words have mesmerized.
So, mild and meek, we turn our cheek
              to worlds They’ve polarized,
and march to war, through Satan's door,
              watch cities vaporized.

The Lord of Lore tells tales of war,
              of victories far away,
where eyes stare stark within the dark 
              and death is painted gray
on faces cold, some young, some old,
              all lined with jaded clay.

We're taught at school the Golden Rule
              for all to live in bliss.
But in the wars on foreign shores
              the only rule is this:
'Yo! You and I must fight and die
              inside the black abyss!'

But well alive, the Merchants thrive
             on sales of armaments
that Barons built (with pride, not guilt)
             to quell the dissidents,
while Artisans are posing plans
              to conquer continents.

But back at home, the rumors roam
              'Good times are soon to come,
despite the breeze on frozen seas
              in weathers wet and numb.'
They fantasize with fleeting lies
              and pray we'll all succumb.

A Tabloid screams of phantom dreams
              to keep our minds at sea 
and TV skews the evening news,
              ensures we all agree:
'With dynamite we fight for right
              and not for tyranny.'

The brain aborts when drugged with sports
                and fashions of the day,
and sevenfold, men think as told
               and so are led astray;
and like some sheep (unless asleep)
              they baa when they obey.  

In search of sense in sounds intense
              of droning drum tattoos,
souls, thin and worn, file by forlorn,
              in tame and tattered shoes -
their tears of pain, like streaks of rain,
              have strewn the avenues.
	
Along the roads, the future bodes
              in legends made of dust,
and ashes gray the alleyway
              'neath lampposts scaled with rust.
While Divas dine with cakes and wine
              pale orphans share a crust.

Dead colonies of bumble bees,
              a ravaged hornet's hive,
rain forests, dales or minke whales
              soon nothing left alive…        
a world laid waste is to Their taste,
              as long as They survive. 

The Moguls wield a silver shield,
              wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison yard,
              boast brazen bayonets;
and unicorns sport ivory horns,
              defend the Martinets.

Ten thousand eyes belong to Spies
             who watch you day and night
to track your trails and read you mails
              and say They have the right
to know your thoughts and thwart your plots
              to cease Their oversight.

Behind the scenes, behind the screens,
              the rules are fixed, arranged
(contorted smiles conceal their wiles -
              their goals have never changed ).
When upside-down, a grin is frown
              and common sense deranged.

As sunlight wanes in winter rains 
              and sullen shadows crawl,
the evening ebbs, and spider's webs
              seem tattooed on the wall.
And in the night the Masters write
              The Final Protocol.

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  1. Date: 4/17/2015 2:53:00 AM

    I like the structure and the style.7+
  1. Date: 3/25/2015 3:37:00 AM

    This poem is an epic display of talent and truth that is a Masterpiece! I would have it Poem of the Week! Outstanding Terry! It is going into my fav's. 7+
  1. Date: 3/22/2015 4:10:00 AM

    compelling work expressing the useless, inhuman consequences of war.. very finely done, terry!. huggs
  1. Date: 3/14/2015 4:05:00 AM

    Long lamentable art... the sinking world and their trend of siphoning our luck and stars. i see the blood in your tears. you speak our mind, the dying ones.you speak nature's mind too
  1. Date: 3/11/2015 2:57:00 PM

    I could have sworn that I commented on this fine masterpiece? Your words are still always something to behold. :o) Great write!
  1. Date: 2/26/2015 2:28:00 PM

    Enjoyed this epic very much Terry!
  1. Date: 2/23/2015 2:19:00 AM

    Awesomely done Terry :)
  1. Date: 2/15/2015 1:47:00 AM

    Meant to give you a "seven", mate, but forgot! So i popped back - done it this time. Cheers! :) john.
  1. Date: 2/14/2015 5:28:00 PM

    Fantastic! Love it!! :)Cheers Vicki
  1. Date: 2/14/2015 3:36:00 PM

    Fantastic poem! Fantastic command of the written word! Fantastic ideas all linked together in various subplots! Brilliantly thought out! Should be "Poem of the week"!! congratulations! I really did enjoy this read! :) john.
  1. Date: 2/14/2015 2:00:00 PM

    A super 7 for this one! Truth in verse and so very well crafted! Adding this epic poem to my fav list! Thanks..
  1. Date: 2/14/2015 1:17:00 PM

    My favourite lines are the ones above tabloid and tv. And "...rules are fixed and arranged" . The truth is what you speak.
  1. Date: 2/14/2015 1:15:00 PM

    WoW ....Powerful , packed a Punch. Left me angry !! Going on my favorite list . Great write Terry ! 7 for sure ! Bev

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