Wartime stocks plummet.
The Pentagon declares bankruptcy.
The Department of War is closed.
Illegal gun smuggling comes to a halt.
Everyone complies to God’s commandment:
“Thou shall not kill”
Murder becomes obsolete.
“Enemy” is removed from the dictionary.
The results would be phenomenal...
All our time and energy could now be spent on
Earthly emergencies and natural disasters.
Everyday problem solvers become modern day heroes.
Pollution, global warming, over population...
Systematically eliminated.
Governments’ economies never need shut down.
Lost instincts for survival are revitalized...
Priorities diverted to preventing planetary extinction events
And destinies reverted to manifesting the Cosmos.
Everyone embraces cultural diversity
And declares all human beings as Earthlings.
Enlightenment is achievable.
Peace is possible...
Just amputate the Arms race.
Keep your guns permanently locked away.
Buy a telescope.
O World, your hate has poisoned me
Once I felt that peace was just a shout away
Endless war now seems a single shot away
Once I looked for the good in folks
Now I automatically suspect a hoax
Once I dreamt of nations collaborating on common goals
Now a new arms race has vanquished arms control
Once nations offered land for peace
Not today ~ Will hate and murder ever cease
Zionist
for Israel, but
I don't invest,
in WAR...
I'm a pacifist...
For Arab
as for any other people
being legalistic
without exclusivist predilection...
for peaceful solution
no arms race
calm conversation
harmonious division
brotherhood in view
without fatal pride, absolutist
sans rejection, unhealthy, fatalistic
sans cruelty, dominist...
Allah understanding God
After all, they are one...!
Divide territory
and live in peace
and respect Both...!
Abolish parabellum !
PP peace, please...!
Chess pieces
By Michelle Morris
14/08/2021
We are like chess pieces,
Being moved around the board;
Forever in play for political payoffs
For control of the world.
Boundaries invisible, yet
Stark and obvious in place;
Keeping us apart by ambitions;
Monetisation of the arms race.
Perhaps it is time that
We moved off this game;
No longer chess pieces, but
Luminary atoms untamed.
Free to decide our own unique
Paths and fates -
Be our enlightened, powerful selves
In this our universal space.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Nuclear missiles
as outdated as whistles
Hypersonic jets
don't scare my pets
Multiple warheads
won't knock you dead
The winner of my weaponry race
two loving arms take first place
Arms, legs,
fists, feet,
beating chests;
teeth meet.
Stones, bones,
sharp-honed tusks,
poisoned darts;
obsidian clubs.
Slings, arrows,
outrageous bows,
black-edged flints;
sharp-pointed swords.
Red-glare rockets,
gold knightly spears,
squat-humped cannons;
trebuchets.
Muskets, pistols,
bayonet rifles,
spitting Maxims;
Tommy guns.
Gray battleships,
deep submarines,
articulated tanks;
V-ones, V-twos.
Experimental Zeppelins,
jet-fighter planes,
flying forts;
atomic bombs.
Poison gas,
Laser rays,
will it ever end;
the race?
Earth is not like heaven at all
No meaning, no environment,
Every second screams: "Kill!"
And enters the arms race.
There is a war going on here and there,
And people hit each other hard,
Why is the war a mystery,
And it's not supposed to be related to oil…
Every new law is a fraud.
It has a double meaning,
It hides a thick fog,
And its purpose is unclear.
People like to distort everything
Religion, love, morality,
They don't want to respect anyone
Their money attracts the distance.
We will never be equal,
Even if you work hard.
We always bear a share of the blame,
Therefore, we are not consciously equal.
Knowing all the perverse values,
And knowing the abomination under the cross,
How can you say for sure,
What planet is this-a Paradise home?
Countries should launch rockets for the exploration of space.
A little Asian nation wants to join the nuclear arms race.
The capital city is known as Pyongyang.
Its leader is a little xenophobic ying yang.
There have been more than sixty years of uneventful peace.
This absurd jerk apparently wants it all to cease.
These events are leaving plenty of people a bit annoyed.
I would like to see the rest of the world before it's destroyed.
From news stories found in various places.
Sorrow is the spawn of rich, elected meisters;
the Arms Race, the silent wars, and particle colliders,
The climb of Sputnik, the fires, and the importance of Geneva,
but the radaranges and spy planes have given us amnesia.
The world has gone silent, despite being littered with radios,
the wordless conflict being observed from orbital telescopes.
The end of this rock is coming all too soon,
and the last tears to be shed will be shed from on the moon.
Korea’s Ticking Time Bomb
North and South Korea at arms race heaven,
a massive number of weapons all waiting to be used –
tanks, guns and bombs.
One war was enough but nearly fifty years have passed
and so it’s time for another.
North uses Migs and howitzers, South uses F-16s
and cluster bombs all stockpiled at warehouses and airbases.
Have these people lost their minds?
Making law with the barrel of a gun
thinking that they are gangsters at an international level.
This is Korea’s ticking bomb,
with North being the explosive and the South the fuse.
Shun weapons, arms race
Let peace prevail forever
within us and out!
pups splatter red
and ice flows collide
like fetal
stars we rush
side to side
with steady club
song hearts burst
and arms race
as the snow falls quietly
inside llewyn davis a chilly hollow faint heartbeat
couches ripe for self-pity's starlit sleepless night
oh freres coen what happened to
four in the morning cold baked beans
rapping about the gig
busting out bawdy jokes at sunrise
rapping arms race, civil rights, sweet sex tales
tongue tied panavision
folkman batting pretty eyelashes in pretty corduroy
coat pretty angry girl
you 've lead us through depression south, fargo,60's minneapolis, 70's LA
all that's left to say
about this
fare thee well
Having surpassed the ides of March.
Denounced the the baneful glare.
Yet my grief befriends Sanity.
Doctrine of hate preached from
Pulpits and podiums.
Marathon of the arms race.
Humans of another race are dispensable.
Creation of art in flesh and blood.
My heart is compelled to dwell.
In poems that rhymes life.
In a compassion that flow.
Into a stream of peace and tolerance.
Creating in my mind another alien world.
Let there be light
Where no lights can be
Let there be heart
When your love cannot see
Let there be sun
That all eyes can feel
Let there be warmth
To allow us to heal
Let there be hope
Where all should kneel
Let there be love
At everyone's next meal
Let there be light
That reflects from the sea
Your face and mine
Smiling outwardly free
Let there be harmony
To better this place
Understanding and peace
And no arms race
Let there be friendship
Stretching land to land
Working together
With common command
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