The things of which we cannot speak
Make us become we cannot say
The thing brought back from yesterday
That praised the strong and crushed the weak
That thing whose name we cannot name
That fathers fought to keep at bay
The thing we thought had gone away
Now clothes our parliament in shame
Klaus Barbie made their king of spies
Elon von Braun their rocket man
Never more true American
A new Gestapo in disguise
As Gaza’s child lies in the waste-
land made by AngloSaxon bombs
From Mariupol and from Homs
The empire script is cut and paste
Old England sees a child as bad
And Gazan children were the worst
For pious butchery they thirst
In sanctimonious garments clad
We stretch barbed wire around our hearts
We tar the untermensch with lies
O Ichabod! the prophet cries
From you the glory now departs
Cruel and inhuman songs they sang
Again the human turned cyborg
London is come to Nuremberg
And from her ropes shall rulers hang
(a poem in Senryus)
They say that you should
never follow whisky with
beer - but my new rhyme
is - never follow
several martinis with
two more martinis
Ladies, please take my
advice, you can’t focus your
eyes in the morning
When your roommates rude
little sister runs the loud
vacuum around noon
Who gets up before
noon in the summer? It’s not
right, if you ask me.
“Mom told me too?” That’s
an excuse reminiscent
of old Nuremberg
I have feels for her
as encumbered as she is
by parental yoke.
.
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A song for this (please play it low):
Hangovers with You by Big B & Dirty Heads Rock
With no end in sight and a year has passed.
Kremlin won’t admit their forces are gassed.
So they keep their foot on the wrong pedal.
Exhausting their labor and supply of metal.
Playing chicken with a globe full of enemies.
Moskow wealthy saw their accounts freeze.
Peaceful banks are refusing to aid and abet.
Forcing the powerful elite to do a full reset.
The world has endured enough nonsense.
The ICC is asking Putin to start his repents.
They issued his arrest warrant for crimes
Of atrocities against children many times.
Abducting and trafficking them into Russia.
Dealing low blows to their parents in militia.
Doing this thousands of times at his request.
Kidnapping hostages & executing the rest.
Without a conscience targeting defenseless.
Forming Barbaric creatures to be tasteless.
Now justice is being served by The Hague.
To put an end to this insane Soviet plague.
We should see Nuremberg Trials part two.
To see the bastards brought their hell due.
Ruining cities deserves equal punishment.
Payback earned for their missile rains sent.
Whisper this in your baby's ear
science poses little fear.
Though still primitive and childlike,
it finds first tracks on which to strike.
Billions spent on science research
scantly more than a stumbling lurch.
Bright babies will topple toy towers
as Mom picks pieces up and glowers.
Twisted forces tempt to abuse
having doubts, deny and confuse -
truths used as toys, science as tools.
So the rest can be played for fools.
With all we know of life and earth,
clues about our universe's birth;
each new truth reveals another,
there's so much more to discover.
Few children dare to stare away
while others sit and play all day.
Babies do grow and take the veil;
when they learn, science shall prevail.
122 words couplets 10/2022
Reframing and encouraging the young and old
expectations of science for future advancements.
Albert Einstein quote: "... that all our science,
measured against reality, is primitive and childlike.."
Tom Hofmann, Ben Ferencz Nuremberg Prosecutor
and Peace Advocate quote: "Death was their tool
and life was their toy".
Pen illustration by G. Gaul
What can I write, a mere mortal, to an angel?
What has not been written before
more eloquently than I can ever dream?
Pen in hand, I glance at you over my glasses
Older now, as we are both, yet still,
your beauty takes away my breath
and makes my heart beat faster than is safe.
You catch my stare and give a questioning smile.
That smile I saw all those years before in Nuremberg.
We both knew in that first moment
that the answer would be yes.
"You know it's rude to stare," you softly say
I'm not staring, I think; I'm soaking, basking;
in everything you radiate.
I always have, and always will.
"What are you doing?" You question
"I'm trying to write you a love poem."
"What have you written so far?"
"Just the title, I love you."
"That will do!" You say.
When the Germans invaded Latvia and Estonia
They decided these people would have 3rd Reich favours
And so they recruited or drafted young men into the Waffen SS
Who fought on the Eastern Front battles showing their mettle
When the war started to go bad for the Germans
These troops were still fighting backs to the wall without end
Then Hitler suicided and the Germans surrendered
The Latvian and Estonians couldn’t go home and were stranded
The Nazis had to be tried for criminal behaviour
So these Waffen SS volunteered to guard their old Nazi leaders without favour
And were trained and uniformed as American soldiers
Learning American military drill not goose stepping bolder
Isn’t it ironic that the SS soldiers were in the pay
Of the country seen as an enemy now in a shade of grey
So they stood guard in the Nuremberg courts
As non-goose stepping Ex-Waffen SS Soldiers of sorts
Looking back at the guards so pristine
And know they are not all that very clean
When the Nazi criminals were tried hung or jailed
These ex-Waffen SS ended up in the USA after the war ending prevailed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Covid-19, do you run
on some evil foot
out of sight,
beneath the light
till your Napoleonic march
brings you to rout?
Or out of habit
Do you lust for old flesh
due to a generation gap?
Alien footsteps on our life intrudes
I hear cacophony of voices
counsel you to retreat
If you like our fireside
then consider the option
of a cease-fire.
In our sun-touched garden
your breeze of death
solidifies our pillars
of faith.
Across the wide swath
mother earth's bleeding
deploring your running stream.
Radiant glows our faith
against your lava
pouring in the hillside.
Fabled ways of flames and fire
we're more used to than
your cold killer façade.
Your rapid-fire genocide
is candidate for a new
Nuremberg trial.
when the “dignitary,”
the president or the lesser puppet
stands down from their post
to “write” their book &
blab on the lecture circuit,
those who remember the bloodshed
of which their administrations
were responsible
make their way to the front
to grab the mic & point the finger
at the figurehead of
atrocity,
the button pushing, torturous
unfeeling robots,
who continue to lead our world
into
catastrophe---
these war criminals will not be
exemplified at another
Nuremberg,
for there will never be another---
s/he gains immunity from the
world’s ability to imprison them &
keep them from profiting after
they leave their post,
by the shaking of the bloody & dirty
hands
of their crony counterparts,
those co-conspirators
in the quest to keep elite order
as the rest of us fester---
but when one sees them in public,
when one speaks up against them,
the words flowing from your mouth
will be caught on all the phone video
cameras
in the audience &
their slimy reactions will also be seen,
then being broadcasted on the net---
so keep up the good work!
your finger pointed in disgust inspires
the rest of us!