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and the good guys lost
all of us ‘got feet of clay
we are tainted, corrupted
and who of us will not say
"no, not me, I will be trusted"
we've come a long way, 'never stay too long
we'll have the last word if only to be wrong
evolution has gone to hell
myopic fighting for peace
ev'ry sucker for himself
all hail, this wily disease
you may point a finger 'til y' arms fall off
I might look away having seen enough
war is over, I said, war is over!
and the good guys lost
hand over fist, making it fit
continue, do as been done
4th world war wi' stones n' sticks
nothing new under the sun
a hungry ghost, frustrated with remorse
here's to it will be like it never was
war is over, I said, war is over!
and the good guys lost
no more than a tease to get it started
much harder to switch it off
war is over! I said war is over
and the good guys lost
and the good guys lost
Wisdom comes with age
So the old saying goes
But so does dementia
As the world so sadly knows.
It’s so easy to be vociferous
Brave aggressive and bold
Deferring action to others
Just because they’ve grown old
If Old Men fought the wars
Would there be quite so many
And as more of them got killed
Would there even be any.
Maybe they’d realise
It’s better to jaw jaw jaw
Than to risk their lives
Going off to senseless war.
It is after all just
A crazy situation
Sending off to war
The youth of any nation.
No let the Old Men fight
And let the old ‘men die
It really couldn't be long before
Old men started azz sking why
And found alternatives so
Nobody had to fight and die.
Maybe they’d discover
And give diplomacy a try.
So much more incentive
To avoid any mortal strife
When the life put at risk
Is an old person’s own life.
Bur if they insist that
They really want to try
Put them in uniform and
Let them go off to die.
Better to have them be
The wounded or dead
Than younger men with
Their whole lives ahead.
So put the Old Men in uniform
Give them the bayonet and gun
It’s not really fair after all to let
Younger men have all the fun.
It’s called taking responsibility for
So many of the things going wrong
Maybe Old Men have been in charge
Mucking things up for far too long.
My father fought in China and India as well,
my brothers served their country when Northern Ireland was in Hell,
I spent years in Malayasia when conflict then arrived
and of our troops who went to fight not everyone survived.
The breakup of the Empire, though fraught with strife and war,
meant that Britain as a nation tried to help others when it saw
that for others independence they may need our lads to fight
and to help put things in order when they faced their darkest night.
For truly independence is worth us fighting for,
although for many centuries Britain had to go to war,
but when we were all certain that our Britain earned its ‘Great’
our bloody politicians led us to another fate!
They decided that as one we’d join with Europe’s open door
forgetting all the British who had fought in every war
to gain our peoples freedom so we could rule our own land
and they just gave away our hard earned rule, why I don’t understand?
They spout we’re Europeans and we gain a lot I’m told
by giving Europe money and the right for them to hold
the final say on anything that we had made our law
with rules and regulations that no Britain voted for!
Great Britain is a country that has fought to remain free
where its people have the freedom that was bought by history,
at the cost of many people who died to make our land
a place where every person can decide just how they stand.
But now we’ve got another chance, to take back what we hold dear,
and on Thursday we can vote to claim the rights we fought for here,
Great Britain ruled by Europe?
of this there is no doubt, we didn’t vote to get us in………. so vote to get us Out!
Ivor G Davies
Why, the greatest enemy of man is man
for man has subdued everything else
Fear not the tiger, fear the murderer's plan
Just hearken well to what history yells!
At times twas jingoism, at times a rancorous desire to do harm
Fear just man's malice and his ugly evil
If his dagger blow fails, he'll get you by black magic charm
His heart and mind alone well shelter the devil.
For how many fall prey to lions or snakes
one could even count them on fingers
Man invents a cure for smallpox but missiles too he makes
and he mercilessly kills without harbingers.
Man invented as many things for his destruction and harm
as he did for his benefit and good
He's inventor of bombs as well as tractors on the farm
And doesn't he detest acting as he should?
Man alone is behind the bloodiest of bloodshed
The angels too had foreseen his wars and battles
From the gory battlefield to the humble homestead
with the shrieks of murder our earth forever rattles!
Close your doors and your home secure
not to deter beasts, but to lock out the robber, the thief
For no greater danger than man lurks there for sure
Fear not the fierce bull, that you can turn into beef!
Wild beasts might be known to gobble us up
but isn't man as well found to be a cannibal?
Gosh, humans too on human flesh do sup
Man tis far more fearsome than any poor animal.
The greatest enemy of man thus is man himself
How much blood has he ruthlessly spilt of his own kind
Look out for the bottle of poison on his shelf
Till the deed is done, no knowing what goes on in his mind.
The poor young lady refrains from venturing out at night
How now, what does she so fear?
She fears nothing but assault by man's might
so rarely is she stalked by a grizzly bear!
Fortunately for us, this ain't how it always ends
man can always be the best of friends
So we can still count more on buddies and cronies
instead of focusing on foes and fiends.
For man he can be a hero and saviour
if judicious he is about right and wrong behaviour.
Besides religion as I know, infact does actually foretell
That the end of ALL killers and murderers
is that inferno of divine wrath we all know as hell!
The varnish cracks and peels away,
and little eruptions from below the surface
suppurates before us the underlying truth:
An animal awaits...nine meals from anarchy.
Deadlier than any other living thing,
prepared to kill anyone,
even its own kind.
No other creature sets a lower bar.
Surely the wonder of Nature never foresaw this.
Linguistic casualties:
integrity; heroism; courage; sacrifice and love,
for such things sit uneasily with weaponry.
The words of a leader
reverberate in our minds:
"God is on our side:
the enemy is the lowest form of life,
its armaments and behaviour
horrendous in the extreme."
Yet he desires more from his own productions lines
and urges his people to a glorious
victory.
Dignity, goodness, sensitivity,
and empathy,
the basic decency of many human beings,
nine meals from anarchy,
and 'Mental Cases'.
Easy prey.
So does even the shame, the regret,
that searing, the scarred memories;
the tears, the guilt, and the fear,
fall upon the consciences of the good?
To suffer the rest of your life,
an innocent.
Euphemisms, and stirring myths, and lies,
encircle the globe,
like mental fall-out,
nine meals from anarchy.
The protective layers of pretence and language,
unfold and peeled back,
until,
naked,
everyone is enemy?
The enemies of your enemies
In politics are your political friends
The friends of your enemies
Are definitely not your friends
Politics get dirtier everyday
These days, lots of people are being hurt
Politics get nastier everyday
Mad or crazy politicians have no heart
They have respect for nobody
And are concerned solely about money
Power and privilege. They will kill to win
And they will maim to be elected and reelected
Some politicians don't have thick skin
They're ready to participate in illegal raid
Just so they can win at any possible cost
The friends of your enemies need not post
Nothing because they avenge, and backstab
They cannot move forward but want to go back
To their old ways of theft, cheat and corruption
Be protective of the ballots at the next election.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Maybe it is just in my mind
But in it I find
Some of the things
Our future brings
My crazy mind does see
Things that come to be
Hurts my heart, my head
Wishing it could be different instead
High
In the sky
The light that does fly
With an an angry orange tail
And so many that follow in trail
All around the people stop and stare
All that mankind does fear
Right about then, life is held so dear
Panic hits hard
As the earth is jarred
....Bright....
Is the light
That fills the night
The flame takes our air
Cries from the burning bear
The eagle falls from the sky
Too late to cry
Words of hate
Seals our fate
Peace has came way too late
The war on women is half the reason we are in this mess,*
our earth systems failing our societal descent, as men
divide and conquer women gather and tend. Our garden
set for reaping and a great divide to mend.
the brand the new roar
roaring twenties women rocking~
a rolling no more
*Religion offers a palpable sense of peace and purpose
and however God exists religion itself is a man made
construct too often used to control women.
When I lost my faith in Catholicism, I didn’t lose God,
I fell more in love with my world.
True, I do practice the act of introversion quite a bit,
But why should I be blamed? To what am I to admit
When I am not the transgressor in question?
I am not typically one to act in aggression,
Towards others in outward ways, I should say,
For, only in privacy, do I sometimes get irate,
Never to those who desire to brighten my day
But rather to those who nourish from the hate,
For such creatures, as it pains me to claim,
Seem only to grow, to fester in number by the hour,
Corrupting the pure, convincing them they are the same,
That despite the effort, all people are equally as sour.
You may call me cynical, but even still,
Do be confident that I do not speak in vain
Since it is not by my own design or will
That some tend to thrive from others’ pain,
Nor that, sometimes, the weakest among the populace,
Often those who are primarily afflicted,
Are given no respite, no chance at joyfulness
And consequently cause more pain, their sorrows reflected.
An unfortunate truth, just as this may be,
It is not its existence which vexes me so
But rather how it perseveres, us acting carefree,
Acting in ignorance, feeding the spiteful weeds we sow.
And so he was right, Voltaire was, when once he said
That those who believe blindly inevitably regress,
And commit atrocities, not caring who ends up dead,
Pinning the blame on others, if only to digress.
Is this what it’s come to? Rashness without rationale?
No, I fear it is far worse, for it is the Death of Morale.
~esoteric~
The story is retold with great relish
Its the great chief who precipitated
The great war by his love endeavors
Its the great chief who led us to war
The great chief loved the royal princess
Sister to Mariaka making her pregnant
Shamed for conceiving out of wedlock
She committed the abominable suicide
Mariaka was now to ascend the throne
After her beloved sister had departed
She asked for gifts from the great chief
Which great chief you delayed in bringing
Mariaka was angry at you great chief
Saddened by the loss of her elder sister
She took the advice of the malicious elders
In the war she aided the imperialist enemy
Troops of warriors from Mariaka's tribe
Aided the colonizers in fighting our people
Our own in-laws fighting us to great losses
Loss of life and the sanity of our people
Great chief you were unable make peace
And the war raged fierce in the slopes
Be my force once again.. never shall be
For great chief this time round you did it