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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
You may have some great ideas,
Feel like changing the world,
You’d like things to run your way
(Wouldn’t it be lovely if your dog’s tail were curled?)
You feel that there’s much, too much, war
And malnutrition and poverty should go.
That the arms race is the bane of mankind,
And streets painted with terrorists’ gore.
You are sad at the pollutionary havoc
That mankind has brought down on its head,
You weep tears for the blighted landscape,
And wish back an Eden instead.
You’d like it if men were one family
Living in harmony and peace,
Striving towards nobler ideals,
Their varying conflicts to cease.
I know we’d all like to play God,
To change things, have powers without limit.
But since we are just playthings and fleeting
We can wish and wish and just dream it.
Form:
No tears, no self-harm
No casting aside of ideals
That World of Magic existed
And was slain before me
Time marches inexorably
And the arms race of tech does so at a sprint
Born on the cusp of change
I was promised a world that would not survive
How strange it feels
And how universal it must seem
For a time period to seem so mystical
When it isn't yet old enough to drink
Shatter, heal, shatter again
The hesitant world that replaced mine
Was marred again by the specter of plague
A death at a funeral that I could barely begin to mourn
It's become unfortunately easy to gaslight myself
To insist that nothing has changed but my perspective
And in a sense, it's partially true
Peeking behind the curtain to reveal the boring truth
Why did things something suck?
Rushed to completion by a sentient cloud of smoke
Barking stupid orders to keep endless green stacked
When the only thing truly infinite is cancer
Thus I watched as the leaves changed in summer
Rushed to completion by a uncaring cloud of smoke
As magic became corporate and sold back to me
Learning to code simply to see the binary
The brilliant orange of autumn gave way to gray
Not the brilliant vitality filled white of winter
But the pale gray of sapped energy
As Mother Earth's bounty is reaped before she can heal
Flashes of magic still exist and sparks
Bewildering and beautiful to the babies raised on gloom
As a curiosity of a bygone era
Rather than the brilliant greens and blues of a healthy globe
That world did exist
And I got to watch it die twice
As more and more clouds of bitter choking smoke
Pry my eyes open as they do it again and again
Where do we go from here?
And can we even care?
How many ends will appear?
God have mercy.
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.
A probe enters the solar system, lays low behind our moon
It’s mission, monitor mankind’s behaviour, we’re impugned
A decision needs making, if our planet should be dragooned
By sending a huge asteroid, type that brought T Rex s ruin
Observing our every movement, then relaying it back to base
Hidden for countless generations, right overhead in space
Watched the pyramids being built, and our nuclear arms race
Not to be judged individually, as a species, for mans mistakes
Having run many simulations, from data that was gathered
Projections proved inconclusive, based on all collated matter
Far too many variables, each outcome trumping the latter
Intrigued by this incongruity, it’s decided to defer our splatter
A higher council grants another century, see if we can change
Whilst down here on earth, humanity continues to rearrange
Time’s running out, this rock’s prepped, almost within range
Coordinates are being input, the exact moment prearranged
I’ve figured out ground zero, impacting spot first to succumb
And its not rocket science, when this poem is said and done
Place of endless troubles, built by Jews, Christians, Muslims
Where nobody ever listened, you’ve guessed right; Jerusalem
By
David Kavanagh
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.
A voice from a woman that has emotional depth and concern for humanity is often shunned through strong arming of sources to discredit her psychological state.
If you steal from a children’s cancer research foundation, and laugh about grabbing women by the pussies then how will humanity survive?
The democratic state of America has been burned and male misogyny has destroyed the Statue of Liberty.
There was a comedy of errors in which there was no comedy as dead bodies laid to ruin with tarnished souls, and grief.
While widows, and young children, fathers, mothers, aunts, and humanity cried out for proper cancer treatment.
Who plays God to a society in which they feel superior?
Searching for answers and remedies in which a global pandemic left a saddened loss of human lives.
The Lincon Project wants to know why certain individuals are offered PET scans and some are not.
Where does one have the audacity to divide individuals into a ranking of class and not provide proper medical treatment to the underdog?
We live in a country in which every human being should have access to clean water, education, proper medical treatment and yet we continue to fail while other countries are attempting to provide this for their citizens.
Where did the Wi-Fi go for the girls stolen from Boko Haram or from Hamas?
Loretta Lynn and Johhny Cash have asked for peace among the nations for individuals in power to unite families, to offer love, freedom, peace, justice, and respect.
Striving to keep earth afloat while humans pray for humanity, health, love, and peace.
Communication provides conflict resolution not through a nuclear arms race but through a global society that embraces love and peace for everyone.
Yet, we lose ourselves in comedy and the sad clown remains a quintessential part of culture to place a band aide on the sorrows of humanity.
Hold on to America, hold on to women and children and the right for opportunities and equality for all.