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When Men Become Gods

In ancient times when cruelty abounded, everyone's fate
was controlled by powerful gods who engaged in debate...
deciding where they lived, how they met their death;
today they are similar ones but act with much stealth.

The twenty century was chaotic, bloody and bellicose;
Nazism represented world power, conquest and victory,
and Fascism symbolized the iron hand of ugly tyranny...
Roosevelt and Churchill had a plan to subdue their vice.

Maddened Hitler committed suicide by poison and
Mussolini was hung in Milan; these despised tyrants
faced their final hour enraged by the advancing fiend,
but did they realize the atrocity of their madness?

When men become gods, their morals can sink very low
and by pursuing power, they mock the one who dreams;
and while expanding their evil empire to the extremes,
they gloat over their rivals' wealth--fearing it will grow.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Nietzsche, Hitler, the Holocaust, Slavery and Racism

The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful insights into the subject of African slavery.

Nietzsche’s belief in the concept of higher or master morality,
Lead him to disavow ideas of egalitarianism and democracy.
Master morality, which values pride and power was thought to be superior,
And slave morality, which values kindness, empathy, and sympathy inferior. 

Hitler was attracted to and influenced by aspects of Nietzschean philosophy.
And the Nazis selectively used his philosophy to justify their infamous activity.
Ideas are not immaterial they are important in shaping our views.
It was erroneous ideas that lead Hitler to kill six million Jews.

The Nazi order praised the Antebellum South and its existing societal order,
Which kept African Americans at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.
Hitler believed that a Confederate victory would have made America a great nation,
One ruled “by a real Herren-class,” and based on inequality and black subjugation.

While Americans reject Nazism, the idea of white supremacy persists in our society.
And we must realize that this idea is antithetical to the principle of democracy.
If our nation wishes to eradicate systemic racism and correct the effects of slavery,
We must remove from public places the monuments and symbols of the Confederacy.

But the removal of monuments and symbols alone will not atone for our nation’s iniquity,
America must finally acknowledge the national sin and evil of black slavery,
Reform its educational system that still perpetuates the myth of white superiority,
And remove the barriers that prevent blacks from achieving social and economic parity.

Over a century after the abolition of slavery, the evil of racism still haunts this nation,
That prides itself as a bastion of equality, liberty, and a model of cultural integration.
It is time for this generation of Americans who live in a society built on injustice,
To take responsibility for proactively addressing injustice and ending racial prejudice.
Form: Rhyme

Nazism of Israel

Israel,
the lapdog
of America
and the West.

You are not
a country.

You have become
a symbol
of terror.

Fascism,
rooted in violence
and racial hatred,

has rejected
liberal democracy.

Yet America
and the Western hypocrites
still use you
to perpetuate
their wickedness.

Israel,

you have denied
others
their individual rights,

while embracing
the power
of domination.

Causing chaos
around the world

has become
your daily bread.

Some say,

what you do today,

was once done
in Europe,

until Europe
grew weary

and sent you
to the Middle East.

Now,

the East
is on fire.

But Israel,

remember this—

history
repeats itself.

What came upon you
in the past

may one day

come upon you
again.

Israel,

the love
the world
once had for you

is slowly

fading away.

And those

who defend you today,

may tomorrow

become

your enemies.

For power

cannot purchase

the conscience

of humanity.

And no nation,

however strong,

can escape

the judgment

of history.

A Defence For the Palestinians

In defence of the Palestine people

 I have complained my car didn’t start, how middle-class
I have become complaining about unimportant banality
instead of writing about the plight of the Palestinians
who has endured having their land stolen and also?
Losing the little they have left of land and olive trees
 to the unspeakable settlers.
Israel has demonized the Arab and demonized us who 
write about the inequity into silence.
I have noticed when I write about this conflict on other sites 
It is overlooked and not commented upon.
There was a time in Norway, when my uncles fought to help 
the Jews and suffered for it, torture and long jail terms.
Today the situation is different Israel picked up the mantles
of Nazism and ran with it.
I have no power but, I can defend the Palestinians in 
the knowledge that history is on my side.
The truth is stifled but never killed.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Remembering Again

My freedom, my interactivity, 
I owe to you and your stickability, 
Tho’ you be dead and dumb to me, 
You have a voice in my vocality. 

The cemeteries and the epitaphs, 
Are the courage and valour graphs, 
Defining the mechanism, the paths, 
Of the affirming victory day laughs. 

I do not patronise the direct benefit, 
Of remembering our heroes, the fit, 
Because they did conquer and out wit, 
Communism, death the Nazi’s pit. 

Near to me through my late RAF dad, 
Through his terror and in the hell he’d had;
It was for us that they were deeply mad, 
Intent on life by ending Nazism bad. 

Thankful for this November time of year, 
It's a time to appreciate those near, 
To ISIS, to the enemies that we fear, 
So that we can live and love clear.


the future of Israel

The Future of Israel

When the Nazi regime lost the war, those responsible
for the mass killing of the Roma people, the Jews
and millions of others were tried, and the guilty executed.
in Norway we had Vidkun Quisling 
it was said he was a brilliant man, highly intellectual
but like many of his peers, he was arrogant, despised
people and didn't believe in democracy for the people
when after the Russian Revolution, thousands of 
Russians died of hunger, and he and Fridjof Nansen went there to help.
F. Nansen didn't like Quisling sensed the man's 
contempt for East Europeans he regarded as trash
people with low intelligen and rotten hygiene 
back in -Norway, he took an interest in Nazism 
and extolled Hitler as a man to save Europe from
what he called "undermennesker"
When Germany occupied Norway, he became 
minster-president, and as such, he was responsible
sending Jews and other undesirable to prison camps
in Germany and Poland for this, he was, quite rightly executed
Israel, the land given to them by the British and 
the Americans have committed horrible crime  
killing over 3oooo Palestinians, of them ten thousand
children, there must be a Nurnberg trial ending
Israel, cruelty that is every bit as cruel as the 
Nazi regime.
A question must be raised, should Israel exist
as an independent but be an oblate to a greater 
Palestine that is, after Netanyahu, his general 
and many soldiers stand trial for the many
atrocity committed against the Palestinian 
people; this might be a case for the UN
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Madam Conquista

Conquest and Inquisition,  
Two worst witnesses,  
Who choose Jezebel against the wine of Mary and Jesus,  
Vinegar and bile of false relief,  
Jesus tastes and says "weep for your children,"  
I don't need this analgesic and sedative,  
But the confession of that thief,  
On the cross at the right of Me,  
You had the right to stop this Sanhedrin,  
In front of Pilate and the people,  
Against Pharisees,  
The war at south and east,  
Do not stimulate neo-Nazism,  
And any perversion against human bodies,  
The sacrifice of Cain over the cities,  
The smoke changes the climate for a total winter,  
Toxic Milady,  
Power ring of bad charisma,  
Reddish sign in the sky appears,  
Indulgence to kill,  
If you have the money and malice,  
The fire of fake freedom,  
Against the Holy Spirit,  
God Mother who weeps on two cheeks,  
And gives the steel sword to Incas,  
When you steal leaders,  
Require metals from territories, amigos,  
Named Aguirre,  
Who betrays with a kiss,  
Thirty coins like the deal,
Empty tree with leaves,
Herodias in the battle of Salome against Miriam,
Queen of Peace,
Kings-Magi see fifty-first star in the Sign of the Will,
Do not return to Jezebel and Herod the beast,
But the friendly hand for to pass by the eye of the needle,
Else "madam" will choose Napoleon and Mussolini,
For mermaid sisters Scylla and Charybdis,
Hell whirlpool.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mein Kampf My Struggle

…the seeds of neo-Nazism are germinating  
Markus Nierth, former mayor of Tröglitz, Germany 2015

Germany’s rock candy windows and cookie like shingles make seeing the oven inside impossible. At first, the obsessive compulsive cleanliness of Nuremberg’s post-WWII streets is a joy. For a child of the melting pot, born after The Big One, it’s painful to recall the grimmer aspects of the Third Reich with their proposed eugenics. Nuremberg [rebuilt] roots in an elitist past hiding behind half-timbered houses of wattle and daub. Once the seat of the Holy Roman Empire seeped in power, then, a base for Hitler’s wunderkind rallies—now a soul-blighted bloom, a minor stop on the tourist trail.

Street walking pedestrians—the silent middle, staid, detached—stroll or bike along paths, immersed in white dreams. The pogroms of terror, stolen homes, and bridges made from Jewish Cemetery stones lie beneath layers of pristine paint and plaster. The Jews victimized for centuries, and the war trials, a mere subtext to tour guide chatter. 

xenophobia 
tamped down like an ash banked fire 
waits to rise again 
on a bellows breath of rage
spray painted on railroad cars

The site of my pilgrimage, The Palace of Justice—walled in panels of ashen mahogany—retains a dour mien. Judges, jurors and those to be tried, still use this hall. After-images of skeletal camp dweller and vain glorious generals rise wraith-like from the polished surfaces, paneling, pews, and copings. Greek God’s glower. A bronze crucifix castes judgment on all who pass: God fearing, or atheist. Justice is not present; horrors are not passed and conscience is now presented to the world as a fanatic in a suicide vest.
 

First Published in Artificium UK 2016
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Feeling Meaningless

A completely non religious write, I think!

The universe is nothing yet everything, inward then outwardly led
has tried every configuration possible, peanuts to stellar nursery beds
Mixing this and that together, now it's growing inside our heads
Bringing conscious thoughts to light, through our blood it spreads

Perhaps a self centred entity, trying to comprehend from where it came 
Using every calculation ever made, from Confucius to murderous Cain
Loves human ingenuity, though indiscriminate to the healthy and lame
Lets everything run its course, including nazism and crack cocaine 

So what's the ultimate purpose, I mean time's always on its side, 
Expand forever, test every combination that human life provides 
Hanging around going nowhere, indifferent to watching us die 
Refusing to interact for a second, as we contagiously laugh and cry

Well it's not good enough I'm afraid, to experiment at any price 
Allowing us to breed like rabbits, or are we your laboratory mice 
Chaos here, randomness there, fancy our chances, roll the dice 
Some gorge on filet mignon, others cannot afford a bowl of rice 

So the million dollar question I'm asking, everyone wants to know 
Are you listening universe, or is some god actually running the show
Putting 2 and 2 together, is not beyond where my mind can go
Answer's simple, but you constantly move the goalposts as I grow 

(Universe replies)

Oh ye of little faith, (jesting) intelligent beings are in times of trial 
You've been looking for meaning, before my pharaohs ruled the Nile
The truth is, there's none today, but that will all change in a little while 
Hang on in there, we're almost home, it's going to end in some style 

By
David Kavanagh
Form: Rhyme

Ubermench

ubermench

When living in a block of flats is noisy 
when a hammer and nails on walls to hang
up a painting bought at the supermarket 
Hitler and Nazism interest me, it didn't die
in 1945 but grew like nestles in countries 
mainly in Israel and Ukraine
After years of democracy that has ended 
in a woke culture, Europe is turning  right
finding a democracy that has brought 
havoc like the import of millions of Muslims
bringing an alien way of life and a religion 
that is as demanding as Christianity is vapid
in Ukraine, the Nazis are in power  and helped
by NATO and the USA that hates Russia 
for being powerful and winning 
In Israel, Jewish Nazism is in full bloom
attacking and killing the Palestinians 
who deemed savages, also Zionism needs
more elbow room, we have heard that 
before and the people hail their leader
who has made them feel powerful shall
we say like Ubermensch.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

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