Best Civilisation Poems
The courtroom was hushed
as Marco entered the room
Meekly he entered the
witness box.
His large brown eyes
glanced at the judge
as he made his oath.
The prosecutor
wore a frown that
drew down his eyebrows
raven-like.
Marco answered the
prosecutor honestly
Gaining the jury's
respect.
He was Spanish and
proud of his country's
culture and history.
He came here with
a heavy heart to bear witness
to murder and torture.
Marco recounted
the bloodshed he
had seen.
How fellow creatures
met their deaths.
Writhing in agony.
Crazed beasts
entered the ring
taunted and goaded
to the crowd's enjoyment
He described how much
he despaired at the torture
of innocent animals
His large brown eyes
became pools that leaked
tears down his
beautiful face.
Now and then a sob
came from the jury
as they heard how
little the crowds cared.
The andalucian stallion
described the nightmares
he suffered and how
fear cast a shadow
over his life.
Marco left the witness stand
as the jury applauded him.
The judge would decide
in this court of animal rights.
How civilised is humanity?
Actions speak louder than words.
Monopoly morden civilisation
Tell the gun man to go home
For we need no more life hunters
In our communities any more
Already we know how strange
The world now is
So let be so you can be
Tell you jets to fly back to babylon
For we need no more eggs of dust
Any more in our neighbourhood
Our children are sick already
From the atmosphere of drones
Already we feel the Morden day
Of today
So is this democracy
Or Morden democrazy
Tell your reporters to say the truth
I wonder what they see
For if all is shown as it is
In our morden media may be
We will have been closer
To unity and have peace
Take all your war ship out the sea
Of our communities
For at least the fish's need a break
So we need a change in Africa
For already we know your show
Of power is all dat matters to your
Caucus
Stop violating our justice
Stop oh stop
Many are gone already
Why more now
Is this democrazy
Or a monopoly Of power
Our morden day civilisation
Only but repeat history
An Englishman lost in afternoon tea,
Memories of a lotus flower love
Rajas and elephants in Delhi
Livingstone the explorer
Religion to convert
Laurence of Arabia
A leader of men
The Boers and the Zulus
Gordon and Khartoum
These are the things that shook the world
Silk and Cotton,
The wealth of Empire
Earl Mountbatten our man in Burma
The cry of Bombay and Ceylon
Oblivious to a young man’s dream
England was the world
Her Empire was great
For the sun never did sett
On her wealth
The jewel in this noble crown
Yet History was not kind
Exploitation her crime
Though civilisation came hand in hand
For Freedom we planted
Democracy you chanted
The union jack you did burn
And what have you learned
Greed breeds poverty in silence
Sectarian dogma your anthem
Murder by the chosen few
How flourishes your tree
When your morals all flee
With bombs in the souk
And murder by troops
Education restricted
The poor evicted
To make way for corruption
And tyrants consumption
Look to the horizon
For there lies Britain
It's empire gone
But our pride lingers on
Can your freedom say the same?
Or is oil to blame?
Who shall we accuse?
For your freedoms abuse?
Not the British
Love us or hate us
England brought you civilisation
And civilisation lives on
In this green and pleasant land
La Civilisation – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Civilization” by T. Wignesan
Nous qui sont arrivés en retard à la civilisation,
Une lacune des siècles que nous ait laissé tomber,
Lors de votre arrivé à nos terres nous vous admirions émerveillés
Mais nous ne nous sentions pas effrayer.
A l’époque nous n’avions rien d’autre que le don d’être heureux,
Chaque jour un jour férié
Car nous étions des humains avant d’être des citoyens,
Avant d’être redevables aux impôts sur le revenu,
Et locataires, consommateurs, employés, paroissiens.
De quelle façon pourrions-nous comprendre
Les stratifications de l’homme blanc, toutes rigides et sans appel,
Vos totems sacrés, de Seigneurs et Dames,
Altesse et Sainteté, Eminence, Majesté.
Nous ne pourrions pas comprendre
Votre étrange culte de l’uniformité,
Cette adhérence totale à la ponctualité, discipline comme à programmer le travail.
Confus, nous nous doutions
De l’importance pour vous de l’urgence et de la signifiance
Des cravates et des gants, de cirage, de l’uniforme.
Des prisons et des orphelinats étant des nouveautés pour nous,
Des locations et des impôts, des banques et des hypothèques.
Nous qui possédons quasiment rien hormis les choses essentielles,
Nous n’avions pas des policiers, des avocats, des revendeurs intermédiaires,
Des courtiers, des financiers, des millionnaires.
Ainsi ces choses-là, tous ces merveilles nous avaient rendu abasourdis
Valeurs mobilières, le marché d’immobiliers,
L’intérêt composé, des ventes et des investissements.
Si nous avions pu nous en profiter et de nous faire élevés
Avec des telles connaissances nouvelles peut-être un nouveau monde aurait pu nous accueillir.
Absorbés de jour au lendemain dans de façon à vivre de l’homme blanc
Nous voilà acceptions avec résignation tout avec joie et reconnaissance,
Puisque c’est la voie de l’inévitable.
Mais souvenez-vous, Homme Blanc, si par contre la vie est faite pour atteindre la joie de vivre
Ne vous aussi nul doute éprouveriez grand besoin de changer.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
A god's dream is existence
In the hearts of these amnesic men
Most are insomniacs.
Lackadaisical,
whose survival
would always be undermined.
Then we colonize
Make them walk on their feet.
Blinded by their ego,
we neo-colonize
And I think, they still need to be recolonized
Gust of wind in them when luxury comes
Like an electrical surge,
they bring looted fortunes to us
Oh, a sudden rush
All, all, all of it
What surfeit! Clouded race
If you are white ,
you must be a supreme being
I am white
" formalised
" civilised
" plagiarized
" pride
" overestimated
" ..proud
What has Elysium got?
Good tidings?
Air food ?
Free jets ?
Sky cars?
Invisible structures?
We are making them
Trust me
We are making them !
Just as we made a car / a fish
Just as we made networking /a storm
Just as we made power / heat
Just as we made robots / men
By the year 2010 most of its inhabitants were paodophiles.
Since the known civilisation, rules have changed
for positive progress and prosperity of people and
community and country across the entire universe.
Rules do not drive backward but always move forward
for the coming decades and centuries and millennia
education, health, development and progress
move for the righteous path of peace and prosperity.
But suddenly talks of mediaeval mentality reappears
out of context, out of time, out of issue in the whim
the culture of killing like hunting age of the past
like the medieval maniac massacre
must be gone, must be stopped and must be banned
from the face of human race.
But the culture of carrying gun
like in the hunting age
before the civilisation began
before mankind learned basic needs
still continues in the civilised nation.
Is this the civilisation or the mockery
of democracy and liberty and human rights?
Of hundreds of thousands and millions
of innocent civilians:
children, students, men and women
of all ages and races and gender and geography
have become victims of guns.
Gun kills because its purpose is to kill
nothing right it does
gun is made to kill those who violate rules
who disagree with the established
norms and rules and regulations and values.
But your guns are killing
innocent people, innocent children
studying in schools and colleges and universities
working in the offices and industries
But why? But why?
You do not need:
big talks, big debate and big discussion
to control guns
just stop selling guns, just ban guns
like everywhere in the world.
Even the dangerous dictators
do not and did not allow guns.
Even Hitler, Mao, Kim, Lenin or Stalin
did not allow guns.
Guns are not human
guns do not make you great again
Stop guns. Ban on guns.
Our minds are a mirror's fragments now facing each other
Reflecting rays of thoughts and passions from each ever-turning face
Building a house named "Sympathy" built from those shaky beams
Inspired by a passage from David Hume's A Treatise of Human Nature, Book 2, Section 5. "In general we may remark, that the minds of men are mirrors to one another, not only because they reflect each others emotions, but also because those rays of passions, sentiments and opinions may be often reverberated, and may decay away by insensible degrees."
Some people give joy wherever they go
Finding so many adventures along the way,
Some cause hope in whatever task they do,
To keep civilization progressing each day.
This present world needs people like yourself.
Its pleasures and treasures are literally dying,
Only the strong survive by their inner strength,
Embrace the responsibility that God has given.
Go out among people and run with a clear vision
Earn your keeps, become more than a number,
Give something back to a depleting civilization,
A revere token of nobility for history to remember.
For much of your life, you will have to stand alone
Your heroics misunderstood and misinterpreted,
It’s not going to be easy to fight on your own,
Stand strong, don’t retreat or you will be defeated.
On this path, celebrate every breath of your victory
Don’t let an opportunity slip by without a challenge,
Our brief life here on earth at best is temporally
A test that we must pass before the coming age.
Don’t accept mediocrity, to make you a better person,
You are far smarter than what society has accepted.
Traits is an investment of your personality and passion,
Grab each moment and wrapped them up tight.
Some will try and die regretting the grace they scorn
Most will fade away and leave destiny to make their will.
But appreciate your mortality and seize the dream,
Of a brighter future looming on the road that leads uphill.
Plato’s memory of the great city by the sea;
a republic rich with ancient wisdom,
is lost to the living.
Centuries vast, yet decayed by the human hand,
can’t share their progress.
Secrets hidden in sand beneath angry seas,
wash away forever.
Gaia’s womb holds the key to a utopia;
one seen by Plato’s eyes;
one scattered among grains of sand,
never again to be whole.
The grave of great cities is denied by some;
the uneducated-educated experts who,
“cut off their noses to spite their own faces”,
keep progress at bay.
“Puck”, said it right;
“Lord, what fools, these mortals be!”
Thank heaven for the characters of fiction
who hold more wisdom than, modern man.
The writer channels long hidden truths.
Only the few today, with vision,
can red between history’s lines;
the facts missed by most people.
The world civilizations in reverse;
doomed to fail, when in denial;
possibilities, never to grow up to
become…probabilities.
CIVILISATION
Modern civilisation holds bare fact ,
to act, react and interact with tact
never directed by moral values
but circulated on selfish views.
As Time Traveller got scope to assess
how human civilization is on progress.
Self centred lifestyle is priority.
Family bond showing no dignity.
Affluence - Luxury to dominate.
Love and Truthfulness deteriorate.
Behaviour lacking in compassion.
losing natural human emotion.
High living and plain thinking to relish.
Serene sublime soul not to embellish.
Nasty tendency to overpower
other country, inviting cruel war
leads to kill mass of common populace.
Progress propagates in shame and disgrace.
How to define human basic instinct ?
On introspection, it’s quite distinct :
Not hunger, not sex, not fellow feelings
but ruthless truth of mutual killings.
The Mesopotamians,
The birthplace of writing, building the ziggurats and palaces.
The Greeks,
Warriors and philosophers, diverse in their ways of thinking.
The Romans,
Masters of conquests and destruction.
The Egyptians,
With creative minds and architectural prowess.
All are different and diverse.
But they still all believe that they are the one.
They believe that they are the protagonists of our world.
Portraying their stories in their own immaculate light,
Shining in their versions of stories mixed with lies,
As the centre and hero of the story.
Civilisation's got me down
taking me to the tail of my tether
driving me round the bend
I'm not going to stick it out
to see where it will end
I'll do my best to regress
back to the stone age
cook on fire paint the walls
sit on rocks keep my cool
do what I have to when nature calls
humanity gets my goat
making me vote skins no clothes
leading me to lunacy's throes
I'm not going to see it through
to find where it all goes
I want to be a cave caveman
a tough rough-and-ready caveman
and do what cavemen do
and if you feel the animal urge
I'll make caveman love to you