When and how
did we see chivalry last
or is it now
a thing of the past
and honour among thieves
is no honour at all
while beating my brains
against the wall
besting the dragons
at City Hall
am I wrong in thinking
it's my fight
or am I errant
as a roving knight
exhibiting gallantry
within a crowd
of apathy
indifferent
to the powers that be
outnumbered and outgunned
Sancho when needed oh where is he?
With apologies to Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (1547 – 1616)
Fair warning to you
My fellow brethren
As justified as your cause
May well indeed be
If you wish to take
The powers that be on
And state your case
Not only do they have and come
As standard uniform and issue
With a gun and bullets in tow
They also have
Something far more powerful as well
And that comes in the form of a Badge
And if you somehow manage to
Avoid that as well
You will have your day in court
That what which you set out to achieve
They will also then name
The time and place
Court and judge of their own choosing
And after that a jail and cell
To keep you quiet and teach you a lesson
And your likes suppressed as well
Because no one takes on the man and ever wins
No matter and despite how justified your cause
Because the deck is stacked firmly in their favor
And they hold all the cards
And they will simply dismiss you
And treat you as a
Joker
Trying to compete with the
Bad and Ugly
When you are quite clearly outgunned
In every conceivable possible way
Is tantamount to you
Bringing a toothpick
To a gunfight
In the lush beer gardens of New Berlin,
fräulein Democracy dalmatian died
giving birth to a litter of surrogate lies
Fourth Reich Vandals with mongrel desires,
now on a demolition blitzkrieg breathe
Wehrmacht vapors rising volcanic once again
Perfidious voices carried on a turbulent wind —
Fake news is the re-animated Goebbel slogan
being heard in the New Frankfurt ear taverns
Patented lies vilifying objective truth:
The Fourth Estate being labeled an enemy of the State ...
Stalinist propaganda spouting again clone foaming
Fear and conquest are the twisted twin belching ...
Capriciousness and bloodlust are Mind Kontrol policing
the corridors of discourse with concentrated stifling
Goebbel voices handcuffing the free press,
as the ministers of disinformation
feed citizens fermented swill that kills republic freewill
Jail those who dare choose to oppose ...
make them who dissent silently disappear
Kill every thought that don’t conform or give consent
Buried boots from a sordid past are marching once more,
drunkenly singing “Blood and Soil”
Prepare to be ere morality outgunned by the hateful noise
Outgunned by life,you escape
to epipheny. The inner-
voice had betrayed. Are you
ready to meet the believer ?
Sad ending of mithridatism-
in the wake of realization.
The growing clout of pink petals
was overwhelming the dust.
The leaf body mimics the
rocks. From the rear ocean
a wailing picks up the blackberries.
I was ready for the final assault.
Predawn blitzkrieg begins.
You start picking the apples from
the green eyes. The truth-
was never so near to moon.
Satish Verma
SHOOTING STAR OUTGUNNED
A single rocky space ship,
A sizzling visitor,
Flashed in our pan,
Dashed in and ran.
A fleeting meteor,
Meeting our fleet of clouds,
Marked the blackness with one
Streak - bright, brief, and gone.
Evaporating fast
Its last trace was past.
................................................................
Note.
Meteors collide with the Earth constantly, and thankfully are
destroyed by our own atmosphere.
Wham bam
thank you ma’am.
This is a slam
and slam I am.
First and formost
I DON’T like your name.
I live in Pee Dee.
How can I slam someone
who has the name of my home.
Nope, I’ll just have to call you
Dis-strower, because you’re
no destroyer, just a dis thrower.
Actually I think you are a wuss
who just pretends
to go off the deepest of the deep ends,
so deep I get the bends
just from reading your fuss.
If you want to strow some of that stuff
my way I’m here any day.
I’ve got you covered.
Just roll those snake eyes
and I’ll throw them back at you,
Full of hypnosis and lobototosis.
Girlfriend, you’ll think you’re brain dead.
That hurtful dirt you normally spread
will clump up right behind your eyes.
You wont be able to see
any of those trashy words.
You’ll think you have verbal lock jaw.
You’ll be outgunned in the raw,
in a snowstorm of inuendo,
pseudo cyber ju jit su,
combined with verbal ka-ra-tayyyyy.
Come on girl, Charles is here todayyyyy
ready to dance on your playyyy.
savvayyy???
© Jul 16 2010 Charles Henderson for PD’s “slam” contest
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