'the horror, the....horror'
moaned colon-el kurtz
as he lay dying
...............................
'rump....it's t-rump'
cheered the crowds at his
anger...stupidity....and lies
just some level of conscious cognition
fostered by a rich spoiled bankruptcy star
to attract others of some 'deserving ilk'
so-called adults
educated and blind-dumb
with respect logic of reality
a rampant killer virus
the great rump farts
'it will only take a few'
he metaphored...'ah….it's my ego
it needs de...me-dication....
some food....martyrs in the crowd'
then t-rump roared
'the party has turned against me....
by i shall destroy it first'
then he wailed
'demonstrators are the problem....
martial law is now in effect'
'the chaos...unbelievable...the….chaos'
moaned those watching tv in bed
'where are the grown-ups'
locked away no doubt
in old age homes
their wisdoms dying
stan sand
Categories:
kurtz, anger, anti bullying, child,
Form: Free verse
the coral, the...coral
apocalypse now...
yours is the win colonel kurtz...
you inherit rock
forests...your playgrounds
covered the earth as corals
once...and we kill reefs
atmospheres are dumps
and we...are garbage creatures
human mold...fungus
stan sand
Categories:
kurtz, addiction, analogy, animal,
Form: Haiku
Our impulses does civilisation set out to control
Regulation rules.
Let slip society's commandments
And the feral runs riot.
Between the rational and the visceral
There is a constant struggle
Identified so starkly in The Heart Of Darkness
Where unmoored from the diktats of custom
Kurtz his moral compass loses.
This same lesson does Lord Of The Flies
Try to inculcate
And the horrors of tribalism
Does indicate
With sadistic cruelty
Buttressed by the strength of power
Today the internet with all its temptations
Anonymity,images of perversion
And the hubris of the individual
The shackles of constraint sunders
To drive the individual
To explore
The dark side of human nature.
It is a deeper belief
That within one must reside
A bulwark to throw up
Against the rising tide
To hold back
The wrecking waves
Imperilling
What the Good Lord set out to save.
Categories:
kurtz, evil, god, religion,
Form: Free verse
Dreaming the dream of love in decay,
neurones aflame and raw;
sifting psychic debris as night swallows day,
ragged and broke on the floor.
Splintered chewed nails as they drag down the wall,
clawing through plaster and dust;
crushed diamond skulls like fine crystal balls
in raptures of shame and disgust.
Sleeping the sleep of the damned and dismayed,
rocked in a cradle of hate;
schisms and fractures are stark overlaid
on a cortex inert and innate.
Machinery crackles and spits microwaves,
demonic and set to explode;
sinners and saints spin in uniform graves,
rivers of blood overflowed.
Pacemakers with teeth, veins springing holes,
atriums bursting apart;
keeping the beat of a warmonger soul,
hungered snarls from the carnage heart.
"The horror! The horror!" as Kurtz softly screamed
when death rang the terrible bell;
consequence, motive, one snapshot of truth,
it is realisation that's Hell.
Categories:
kurtz, allegory, angst, history, philosophy,
Form: Verse