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In a forgotten corner of my mind, where shadows blend with dreams,
My world has changed so quickly, like a wind that tousles the hair.
I never imagined I would see hatred infiltrated so deeply,
Like a poison making its way into the collective veins of humanity.
Then, the internet appeared, shrinking the world to fit in our palms,
Opening doors once closed, secrets hidden beneath time.
Every madman and charlatan received a pulpit to pour out their poison,
Poisoning our thoughts, like a rain that cloaks the earth in lies.
Corruption and fear are deeply rooted in our gaze,
World War Three gains ground, fueled by propaganda.
Spreading like a virus on social media, a plague of our minds,
We pollute the earth, poison the seas, mercilessly washing the minds of the young.
I remember times when people didn’t lock their doors at night,
But today we are caught in a global web of technologies.
We will be devoured, like insects caught in the corner of a spider's web,
In a world where past and present swirl together.
I watch as our dreams intertwine with reality, fragile,
And I wonder if we will ever find the strength to free ourselves.
To break the invisible chains that keep us captive away from the sun,
And to rediscover that lost simplicity of our soul.
That will guide us back to the light, toward a serene future,
Where hope and love are not illusions, but lived truths.
One minute to midnight
On The Nuclear Threat Clock
The world suddenly started
To reel with shock.
Nineteen hundred and sixty two,
Khrushchev shared,
Fidel Castro dared,
John F Kennedy declared,
And the world trembled
As two fleets assembled
On the Atlantic Ocean
Bound to converge.
With bated breath we waited
For a winner to emerge
As the world’s two bullies
Played potentially lethal games
Seemingly a bit more serious than
Sabre rattling and calling names.
They strode the world,
Fought the odd proxy war
But this time it seemed
Just a little more.
And then all of a sudden
One backed down
One fleet sailed for home
As the other turned round.
The victor crowed as
The vanquished lost face
And they started off again
With their power race.
The school yard trembled
And then settled down
As each continued with
Another propaganda round.
The schoolyard bullies
Put their toys away
But readily available for
The next time they played.
On The Nuclear Threat Clock
They moved the hands back
Until the next time the world
Again feared a nuclear attack.
The Bumblebee
He grew up in a poor household, thought
sofa-beds were the norm, but his mother
an eager reader had many books that were
given and sometimes stolen, often from
those who thought books were decorations
beside a blue vase of flowers.
like many from, poor families, his mother was
A communist, at the time, the only party who
defended the working class.
This was the case until the labor party with
money (possibly dollars) and relentless
propaganda ended the communists' power
When his schooling ended after seven years
was offered a job as a trainee cobbler
refused and joined the merchant marine
The school board shook heads, they
had offered this younger laborer a solid
future, he said no!
as for religion, at bible classes in his school
were only interesting when teachers spoke
about the Old Testament, the new version
was for sizzies suitable for girls.
In Liverpool, he met a fine woman, married
her and got a loan in a back to buy a tiny home
an artless house with blank walls.
A bumblebee can live underwater for two
weeks, it took him seven years to see he
lived in a society where a worker with a small
house, vote for the Tory party, and no one
read anything but the newspapers.
He packed his suitcase, gave the house to
his wife and began a second career learning
how to become a counsellor in Norway
Hard life had taken its toll, with ill health
they gave him a sick pension, enough to
go to Portugal, where he bought a tiny cabin
and began writing poetry
He wrote and published in India several
poetry books never sold any, which didn't
bother him, he had at last found his métier
Constant wanderlust.
Oh, to live in total freedom, I must
I, Panagiota , to any tyrant, shalt not bow.
Nor poison take into my body, like a hapless cow.
Propaganda has no room in my healthy mind.
Alas, fear is consuming most of mankind!
People ask no questions , just drool for a vaccine.
Lied to by ungodly messianic fear machines!
Get off your knees, dreaming of global doom.
Or, new Hitlers shall gladly take your life soon.
Those like me, are considered berserk.
As ruined immune systems, ambulate this eaerth.
Don’ t be deluded, this is more about power.
If you live in fear, it’s the New Reich’s finest hour.
5/31/2021
For years, the ominous signs were palpable
The deep fraternal mistrust festered and discernable
Propagated by colonial masters to divide and make Rwanda malleable
And left lingering became monstrous and uncontrollable
Snowballing in 1994 into an orgy of murderous hate
As Hutu brothers turned against their Tutsis siblings
For three cruel months respect for human life was obliterated
For three bloody months sanctity of human existence perished
As the government of the day made killing an obligation
And mobilized the population through official propaganda
To destroy all Tutsis and saboteur-Hutus
At the end of the Holocaust over one million Tutsis were sent to the great
beyond
Dreams and hopes were shattered
Loved ones massacred in the most agonizing and cruel manner
While the indifferent international community looked on unconcerned
Just like after the rain comes sunshine
The blood of the martyrs of Rwanda has irrigated and purified
The country of a thousand hills
Which has risen from the ashes of the gory tragedy
To a land flowing with peace and tranquility
To a Haven for tourists and investors
To a land of calm and forward- looking citizens
Committed to work and put their past behind
And queuing behind their charismatic Leader
They cry unceasingly and with one voice
‘’Never again shall bestiality descend in our clime’’
Fallacious wars
The war in Ukraine disturbs me greatly
Russia invaded and invasion is as we know illegal
with few exceptions like when NATO attacked
Serbia, Bombed Belgrade hit the Chinese embassy and laughed about it.
Not to forget the invasion of Iraq and Syria and other smaller forgettable wars where the people got what they deserved.
But that's the way it is, two fractions can't be telling the truth at the same time and when they try to it is called propaganda.
Russia today will not tolerate NATO troops which
are The US, foreign legion, a war machine looking
for a war where peace might intrude.
The problem in the western hemisphere is simply due to our greed, wanting the minerals other countries have and scheming how to destroy these
places in the name of the political system we erroneously call democracy.
As we know, all wars a wrong, but some wars are
are wronger than others.
Irony an underdog in the high stakes of worth,
Slippery in it's anonymity,
Invisible to those who don't see its threat,
Dangerous to those affected by its hypocrisy -
Wielded by the powerful,
The oppressors secret weapon -
The weaponisation of indoctrinated control,
Of the ignorant and wilfully blind
Privilege defies the moral constructs of a biased world,
Irony takes place with the intention to control,
Based on the ideologies of the false superiority of the white man,
To control the world’s view of the black collective
A way to keep the oppressor at the top of the chain of social hierarchy
To fuel their crippled ego of self worth -
To seem better than the average black person,
To hide their desire for our blackness,
The one thing that is uncolonisable
Irony and hypocrisy go hand in hand,
A powerful duo, allied to the white man
A business venture benefiting of the downfall of a people -
They are threatened by,
A capitalistic greed used as an excuse to uphold racist policies,
And to keep the black collective in a constant state of povertous situations,
To continue the cycle of racist rhetoric and targeted propaganda,
A way to continue the biases they spew, with fabricated ‘facts’
Despite it not being the truth, but in return it coddles their insecurity issues
The test scores are worse than they've ever been
How can these kids expect an American Dream
Most Democracies buried in debt
individuals max their credit, also a bad bet.
Our military is outmanned and outgunned
China can build 200 ships when we build one.
Their hypersonic missiles can sink our carrier fleet
Their allies round the world can make the job complete.
Their kids master science and math
Here kids fail at logic, no upward path
Their elite are engineers, ours have law degrees
We block things, they have world class factories.
Frenchmen riot, want to retire before age 65
Once the state gives, reversal efforts don't survive.
Politicians keep promising, budgets keep growing
Stagnation grows too; we reap what they're sowing.
Leaders ignore what their citizens want
We don't want an influx of the intolerant
Chinese don't have race riots, or student spies
It doesn't matter that propaganda tells lies.
We thought there'd be balance, assumed, not told
The media, academia, the center would hold
Movies would vary, opinions too
You wouldn't be shot dead, that's what savages do.
So, did the Republic fail that the founders made?
Will totalitarians leave our legacy in the shade?
It doesn't look good now, in a row allies fall
To Jihad or Karl Marx, who yet hears freedom's call?
The sun is always joyful
in this plastic-perfect town.
The summer’s always idyllic and everyone’s golden brown.
But as someone new with fresh perspective: there’s something off about this place- the mailman walked by with a painted smile upon his face.
No matter where I go, people never seem to see, that the only one creeped out by this is always only me.
I don’t think they realise what a simulation they live in- programmed to ignore the cigarette smoke in the kitchen. The world’s evolved but they still live in a golden 1950.
Why can’t they see the flaws and obvious gaps in their logic? Am I the only one who sees the drinks and thinks ‘that chemical is toxic’?
So if you can hear me over the Cold War propaganda, look at the bloodstained picket fence and step away from the nuclear reactor.
he was making so much turbulence
that he needed windbreaker trousers
his farting more than gas from cheeks
but a fluid blown attack on decency
and common sense in torrential times
full of ..it he let go off all inhibition
and called himself the master of buzz
rose in the polls floated on hot air
mixed with the debris of foul thoughts
but no sweet talking diluted the fact
that indigestion or flatulence amounted to
piles of insufferable hatred and contempt
and the dung heap of his rancid utterances
were never far from the bum end of reason
semantics may cover up irritating smells
rhetoric designs unpalatable euphemisms
distinguished figures of speech propaganda
pretend to be perfume instead of vile stench
but ablutions in dereliction of dubious duty
corrupt even the meaning of four-letter words
when the revolution came and solid walls
of social injustice were filled with excrement
racist homophobic sexist slurs and other
malfunctions of power and marginalization
they gave him the benefit of benevolent doubt
inserted a plug into his mouth and his anus
gave him gloves loo roll and disinfectant
made him a senior lavatory attendant and
the chance for redemption as sluice sink
for his and his followers’ self-righteous stench
when conscience becomes one major fart
a diet of reason and equity will rebalance
who is the latrine and who cleans the mess
29th September 2021