Best Arms Race Poems
A Four Minute Warning
A light shining from the sky
A deafening scream from the town near by
A flashing light
A shooting flame
Seems like the Russians again
Screaming shouting cries of pain
But the innocent have committed no crime
But the UN fortunate reality
Of being born in the wrong time
Bresnew, Reagan, they all the same
Ignorant of the result
Of the final phase of their game
The effects?
Not even god can tame
The arms race
Who’s the best?
A race to the death isn't a quest
One day they will see
That all there fantasy power money and fame
Will only get them 4 minutes in this game
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.
Archie A. Agag, the American Idol Kaiser
Be hiding in an underground concrete bunker
Closed-eyed hate peeper sleepy late-riser
Dreaming of a bottom end H-bomb dumpster
Enter the REM meltdown maelstrom at every kiosk money mall
F-18's flying overhead the puny ant farm military parade
General Moronika making the Armageddon mushroom last call
Hells bells raining warning chimes on a pre-empt air raid
Idiocy is the devalued political currency ... a burn paper destiny
Jumbled lunacy is getting no checks-and-balance power scrutiny
Kaboom! Ain’t no more children in the classrooms
Love Apprentice Style for the siren sound of the war drums
Mutated babies delivered in M.A.S.H triage tombs
Nuclear jacks wanna be Scar boss king of the jungle beanstalk
Opioid delusions is giving ‘em rash hash hallucinations in bulk
Point the deadly sniper scope at the fleeing downtrodden refugees
Que the funeral violins upon the released vials of chemical disease
Recommendations coming from all butt-licking tongues on knees
Sanity trailblazers are on a sabbatical vacation from the con cartoons
Temple of Doom rescue ... Indiana Jones Hans Solo ain’t coming soon
Uncle Sam sez that permanent peace can only come thru war
Visions of propaganda lust being televised on a nonstop snore
Witness the apocalypse now being sold as coming-to-you later
X marks the spot where the patients zero fled from the crater
Yellowstone sulfuric lies be bubbling up to an AAA barren surface
Zuni sunrise setting on glow-in-the-dark places ablaze purchased
Seventeen minutes to midnight - the world enters a new era,
nuclear arsenals reduce as peace creeps ever nearer.
Fourteen minutes to midnight - our hopes begin to fade,
as we discover no new world order, just the powder keg we've made.
Twelve minutes to midnight - there's tests on bombs non stop,
we need to sign a peace treaty to end this agitprop.
Ten minutes to midnight - Eastern Europe leaves the block,
shattering communism, the world stares back in shock.
Nine minutes to midnight - nuclear armament gathers pace,
nation challenging nation to win the world arms race.
Seven minutes to midnight - we're officially nucleoholic,
each missile's the last one, each threat of peace symbolic.
Five minutes to midnight - global warming walks on stage,
ironically nuclear power will usher in the world's new age.
Three minutes to midnight - world tensions are renewed,
disarmament grinds to a halt as superpowers obtrude.
Two and a half minutes to midnight - fake news is on the rise,
with fabricated statements, politically calculated lies.
Only two minutes to midnight - the whole world's breath is bated,
the doomsayer counting down, a holocaust long awaited.
In those two cold minutes to midnight - doomsday's knell is ringing,
announcing Armageddon, not the end but its beginning.
19th Feb 2018
They say we are free
yet the laws are governed by hypocrisy
doctrines by decree
dictating to you and me
Justice is blind
and the gavel comes down
hidden in plain sight is
the criminal justice system
such a fine line
policy and law designed to protect you
that's what they have you believe
Stand knell plea bargain deal
The lies of our military
and the contempt of our president
by the swipe of a pen high jacked into ruin
computers media money and threats
Hypocrites that contradict
spoken words without meaning
Do as I say and not as you want
Bewildered are its people
speechless on both grounds
he says we'll get these terrorists
standing smug and proud
Staunch believer my way is the only way
Violates USA treaty
Destabilizes our economy
inflates the pump
world leaders taking a stance
the arms race again taking face
3rd world leaders are painted evil
hidden agendas and secret court rulings
Political arrogance
the image they portray
using the illusion of media
to trick and sway
to gain your trust, to make you believe
in their ideology
They speak of change
they want to work for you and me
so they go on tour to raise money to preach
to visit a state they analyze a sheet
it shows favorbility places they dont call you a liar, **** or a cheat
but in the end your vote doesn't count
a judge ruled it he signed it into law
King George lives again today
holding in his hand a dagger behind his back
I'll kill all those that get in my way.
I am the Sovereign rule I am the Sovereign law.
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.
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.
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
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?
We've heard all about the stockpiling,
the toilet rolls, lettuce and beans,
but secretly more of this is going on
unnoticed, and behind the scenes.
The Government, in our best interests,
(which translates they take us for mugs)
have warehouses scattered all over the place
in which they are stockpiling hugs.
They've seen that we haven't been using
our quota of hugs for a year,
which normally we all quite freely discharge
as a greeting, or after some beers.
Close facing embracing, a clinch is a cinch,
but all of our arms unemployed,
since in this pandemic the orders are strict
and so hugging we haven't enjoyed.
So we live all our lives by the orders
the Boffins have said is our guide,
we greet with a bump of our elbows, but then
our arms all hang limp by our sides.
And while we all fight for survival
and live by these laws as we must,
all heaped up in stacks on their pallets, on racks
are the millions of hugs gathering dust.
But soon, when we're all vaccinated,
and hope we're not killed in the rush,
our arms will rise free, full of hugs, then we'll see
loved ones short of breath in the crush.
No longer will hugs be illegal,
as torsos are all gladly squished,
our arms will flap up like an Eagle's
making up for the hugging we've missed.
There’s a monkey tag-team of mo-rons
running things ~ Polly Would Pinocchio style
Dumb and Dumber dolts
got dim a dullard king Dumbo
dunce chair directing
Elephant Man, with the carrot top sage
He’s a veggie dense thinker,
whose airhead leading the buffoon brigade
And it’s a head scratcher
as to why dim low IQ, cowardly lions
are lemming following the fiefdom folly
It’s so chicken-hearted laughable ...
henpecks lip farting,
putting on a helium gas of a show
Cue the fake laughter soundtrack:
It’s American Idle time!
Snooze prime to hear the rally monkey
carnival noise once more
You can bet your two Pence,
this clueless circus is gonna campaign roll
back into Mo’ scowl town
P.T. “Blarney Ruble” Barnum
and his chimpanzee crew of incompetent clowns
are again orangutan offering
their court jester brand of witless protection
Midas minus the safety!
Only “no-money-back” global security guarantee
Dim Supremely silly Windy Poot tiggers ...
so growl inept at stashing hidden tax figures,
are stumbling out of the Keystone Cop clown car
at an imbecilic, cage open pace —
Arrested development cut-rate
Dim piglet pasties with the parrot face, and the carat taste,
are warble wobbling about in bungling, Bozo haste
Following the folly of the stupid arms race
Pinhead ponies love the idiotic art of the coin chase
As the ringleader Mo-Ron McDonald the Clown
tells his simpleton clucks, at the Ivory barn Animal House Farm,
there’s no nuke need to be smartly alarmed
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.
Physics
Calculus
Uranium
And Plutonium
Every resource we can find
To make a better tomorrow
From passenger planes to fighter jets
Nuclear power to atomic bombs
From standard jeeps to giant tanks
To North Korea and Vietnam
From music players to sonic booms
Electricity to radiation
From medicines to poisons
To the opposite of creation
Inventions that cross between
Commodity and sheer destruction
Forest fires, napalm gas, and inhuman chemistry
Our arsenal of megadeath unleashed above the skies
Sacrifice of conscience to obtain more weaponry
Caught between the vultures of politics and lies
The space race
The arms race
The race to end mankind
If only I had known
I would have become a watchmaker
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