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Politics Part 2

Corporate wealth sought
by Labour czar conquistadors
scourge wealth
the have-nots will prevail
30,000  measly votes for a standing Labour MP

the enthusiasm for them is underwhelming
without PR we are shorn of democracy
sleepwalked into a Labour majority
Apathy is their achilles heel
belief flounders
when Reform were second
in 100 seats

Lost Works, Part II

......The loss of Alexandria,
the burning of Ashburnham House,
the Grand Library of Baghdad
which the Mongolians tore down,
the countless Aztec codices
that the conquistadors all burned...
just thinking of the knowledge lost
sometimes can make my stomach churn.
Even Shakespeare claims a ‘lost play,’
this is not bound to antiquity,
Scott Joplin’s opera Guest of Honor
has been swallowed by history.
Even some tales by Hemmingway
disappeared in a lost suitcase,
happens still in our modern age,
a quite avoidable disgrace.
Only God knows just what we’ve lost,
and isn’t keen on sharing it,
what we still have is half the tale,
we’ve lost so much wisdom and wit.
It can fill a curious mind
with a sense of tired despair,
paper rots and the stone erodes
until it all just goes nowhere…
Perhaps, these days, the bits and bites
will keep all of our knowledge better,
after all, don’t the people say
the Internet is forever?

Isn’t it?

….on an unrelated note, I’m gonna go post this on every poetry forum I can find…

A Potted History of Edible Conflicts

When we first saw Columbus;
his sea-bowed legs were struggling ashore;
us natives looked upon that unhealthy guy,
that marinated mariner who brought
news of garlic and olive oil to the unsuspecting,
both of which we natives had no use for.

Then it was that we envisioned as if in a dream
that natives should never, could never
forgive him for the insidious spread of Italian broccoli.

Thus we made war upon the brownish white men,
endeavoring earnestly to place an embargo
on any more useless imports.

No use!
Salesmen traveled all over our hunting grounds
offering yet more pizza ingredients.

The Spanish (long before Columbus Day),
had left pigs and horses for us Indians
for which we were most grateful,
and so we forgave
the genocidal aspirations of the conquistadors,
but broccoli was the absolute last straw,

and so we reigned terror
upon many a city statue of his likeness
and his pervasive, belligerent
garlic-breath.

Discover America

Discover America
Come all aboard
We’re sailing to freedom
Like all those before

Leif Erikson, Columbus 
Then CONQUISTADORS!!!!
They came, they saw
But noticed NO door

Discover America 
Like all those before
It’s yours for the taking
Ignore the border

The Conundrum of Adam

The Conundrum of Adam
David J Walker

Having forgone my claims 
On sainthood 

I stand naked for all of
Nature to see

I am Adam and the 
Part of me that is Eve is

Missing and may be 
Reclaimed only in 
permissive sin

and contrary to reports
the purport of my innocence 
is exaggerated

I am a willing sinner
Unaware of snakes or apples

Unable to remember 
The words of God

Only the odd meaning of the
Conundrum resonates

Vagabond Conquistadors

Vagabond Conquistadors
David J Walker

Having wept
	And slept
At the bottom of the canyon
I’ve become the climber 
	Of mountains

Where I may see for myself
	The residents of the clouds
And find that 
It is a lonely place
	Unaccustomed to the resonances 
Of habitation as

It moves on
Without the vagabond 
conquistadors
Claiming clouds 
in the name of Christ

I have flown and fallen twice
For the believers of fables who  
Know only what the hear on Earth

Rebellious Converts

Convert! Said the Spanish conquistadors.
They were more violent than the Moors.
We put on our mask.
And did what they asked.
Pretending to believe in their Christian lores.

How It Is So Insane

How it is so insane

There is a hardening of empathy in the blood vessels
of the Western world has peace lasted too long, if we
regard bloodletting as a natural cycle like the seasons
and now it is blue frost winter in the heart of man.
We have always been killing each other, the USA was
born by eradicating the local population and indeed
in Latin America, the conquistadors killed 90% 
of its people and now we have Israel repeating 
the long history of murder; not to forget the Rohingya 
people escaping being slain by Buddhists in Myanmar.
Now we see a crescendo of mass eradication of plants
and animals, the very foundation of human life it is as
we are at war with self, committing suicide in our quest
to dominate others and thereby us. 
There will be no place to hide whether we live in a castle
or in a cave when the world is red-hot bullet hurtling through 
space, and there will be no history to tell.

The Slave Trade

You hear about 
the Black slave trade
but you never hear about
the white slave trade
Vikings stole 
the Irish and scottish 
selling them 
for the white slave trade
Even today
the female slave trade 
continues in all cultures
it should not be
about colour
It should be about
man's inhumanity to man
As a world 
we should stand 
against abuse
teach your children 
to hate 
the colour of a mans skin
you teach your children 
to abuse people
teach your children 
to hate abuse
you create a world 
that loves peace
Anger and hatred 
build violence
yet there has already been
too much violence
ninety five million 
American Indians 
Killed and abused
by the spanish 
conquistadors
Ten millions 
africans killed 
to line the pockets
of king Leopold the second  
Millions of Jewish people 
killed in the second world war
Man's inhumanity to man
every day 
we prove that we can hate
yet 
creating more violence 
is not the answer 
and only leads
to the cycle of war.

Till Ragnorak Comes

From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,	
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,		
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.

Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,	
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--	
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.

Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;      
Storm Troopers, Crusaders and Saracens;
Musketeers, Vikings, and Gladiators;		
Watusi, Cossacks, and Conquistadors.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
They’ll harvest the best till Ragnorak comes.

Valkyries search for those to stand vanguard,   
Recruiting  Odin’s Einherjar armies.
Warriors pass Valgrind to live in Asgard--		
Honored to be served by the Valkyries.

Hoplites, Commandoes, and Mujahideens;		
Samurais, Yeomen, and US Marines;
Guerrilas, Dragoons, and Panzer Tankers;
Grenadiers, Mamelukes, and Bezerkers.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
Valkyries harvest till Ragnorak comes.

The New Conquistadors

Early
Before Sunrise
They came in ships of steel
Bearing great gifts, all we needed
To die

Lagrimas In Mexico

Tear drops of the Aztec's empire
where Moctezuma saw the white god.
A man of iron with a curse,
a man of iron with ambition,
a man of iron with pride,
a man of iron with a doom.
People are fighting, fighting for their land,
fighting for love, fighting for hate.
No more Tlatuanis, no more empiredors,
no more conquistadors.
Lagrimas are falling, lagrimas of despair,
lagrimas of exhaustion, lagrimas of misery.
Tear drops flowing in the rio Grande (Bravo),
trying to reach
the land of free,
the land of milk and honey,
the land of the brave.

Ode To the St. Johns River, Jacksonville, Fl

My Saint John flow on
Through forest, marsh and town's spread
Tablecloth of stars

Conquistadors gone
The blue herons walk alone
In moonlight's silence

River and lone night
Memory is a wind's hope
Rustling swamps for gold

Let us keep our thoughts
In slow meandering lakes
The salt sea invites

Less Timucuan
Waken find us new remnants
In Ferdinand's dream

Love wilts in salt tears
The heart snakes the bush of grief
Tense as beauty stares.

Waleka, Rio
De Corrientes, Rio
De San Juan, the same

A gaudy green thrill
Peace sanctuary of births
Life from life flowing

Still at Sawgrass breast,
The Seminole blood of strength
I from Afric's tent

We the better ore
Than gleaming figment of fort
Lovers on this shore

Sea abandoned child
Scarred and aching love consoles
Tributary feasts.

O otters swim deep
Beneath the currents I weep
But a shrimp of tear

What is gone is gone
The sun makes still day's new dawn
Oceans carry on

Ships cargo joy fresh
As pines from which warblers sing
Magics of today.

My Saint John flow on
O'er fertile grounds of sweet love
Blooming moonlight still.

Oak, Moss, Jekyll Island

Live Oak, emphasis on the Live,
hundreds of years older than me,
bolder than me, demystifying history
through skin and bark.  So, what am I 
at 70?--an eager pup, wired
to write.  So, what are you, old stoic?
gorilla of silence--grandeur 
noblisse'd to guard the silence.
Ghosted in moss, you are perennial
Christmas, garlanded in gauze 
by airy, deep-breathing conquistadors 
who came to take, and stayed to give 
their gray-on-gray, until eyes 
surprised by bright green vines, 
find, like me, homing space
in a provident place. How I love 
this coast, this barrier island, 
this weathered retreat 
of the millionaire's boast!  Yet, oaks, 
unimpressed, stretch beyond 
miniscule balconies, where sitting, 
I have a life to seize, a day 
unwritten.

The Predator and His Victim

He forced himself in, proud;
And, he’s boasting inside of her;
He couldn’t care less, if this 
Beautiful, angelic face’s screaming to death,
‘Cos of his overweight body covering her,
Making it hard for her to breath,
Till he exploded his, with great contentment;
A valiant man, victorious truly he is;
Then, he takes joy seeing her naked body in pain;
Gasping, she uttered words: “I begged you not to do it;
Now, you’ll feel my anger;
It will slowly turn your happiness in a tearful rage;
Don’t blame me, for I’ve warned you!”
But, he really not minds what she says;
Then, he stormed his exit, thru the dark alley
Like a valiant conquistadors;
Yet, before he could leave, she managed to gather
Her last strength and she said: “I am a HIV positive!”
He stopped and looks back at her. She’s dead. 
Her curse begins….

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