Drone Warfare
Bring an end to winter. To these lethal strikes.
Drones and bombing foggy days over Kyiv.
The bombs are still being heard around the clock,
Non-stop. Shadow on the radar.
Haunting symbols, leaving lingering trauma
and invisible wounds.
So (Sow) maty (Mother) zhyto (Rey).
Their weeping mothers.
“I’m sorry for your loss”.
For your loss, it has come at a devastating cost.
There is still a blue road. Fire won't destroy everything.
The drowned remain ours, to be treated as
collateral damage or unspoken beyond a humanitarian
crisis; slowly moving toward the blur.
Trying to articulate silence.
While battlefields are increasingly being used by
Drones, known as gray zones.
Watching as this subnormal unfolds.
To think while walking among the shambles
Those cemetery walls.
Satellite breaching the sacred with pierced intent.
There will be a resurgence from a sobering reality.
What endurance can teach us all.
Not falling victim to a dictator's aggression defies.
As a phoenix rises, we reclaim the nation.
It started long ago.
It still and will forever remain.
Power feeds it and to its favour then lets it go.
The subnormal intelligence of the ignorant brain!
Years from now historians will say the same.
Generation after generation, decades on and on!
Why hasn’t human life mastered how to peacefully co-exist when it can split the atom and create atomic bombs?
Chaos theory states the butterfly effect may create rain!
What theory can we call it when ignorance creates pain?
Over lies, over hate, over nothing…perhaps even if it sees a black butterfly landing on a white flower?
Harry was lowborn.
He felt ashamed and subnormal.
Hapless, luckless, useless his parents told him.
His self-talk was negative. Loser, fool, creep.
Sally fell in love with Harry.
She saw his goodness, his empathy, his compassion.
She did her best to build him up.
But he could not change his opinion of himself.
She was good.
He was bad.
It would not be fair to her, so he broke it off.
Sally could not build him up as fast
as he could tear himself down
He lived a lonely, sad, solitary life.
Living down to the expectations of his parents.
They always said he was no good.
In the whole unique universe,
The origin of blitz birth,
Merely due to pre decided plan,
Or an uncontrolled excited accident.
Sometime gently sometime stupidly,
So far not so sure about the result,
Normal-abnormal- subnormal,
Dump death or midnight miracle.
Seriously all these wow wonders,
Just a creativity of a meson moment,
I-you-we-they living or non-living,
No one knows the girth of birth,
The measuredly measured motto.
When you get birth you cry,
& all around you feel joy,
When you die you feel joy,
& all around you cry,
The process of birth,
Again & again try,
So here is no ending,
In the whole unique universe,
The origin of blitz birth…..
The origin of blitz birth----
Arun“@gyat”Pancholi
Lonely is the boy from Krypton.
How Karlo would love to be himself.
Pretending to be subnormal,
he puts normality on the shelf.
Idealistic, full of principle,
fields of wheat under foot.
A place far removed, surrounded by ice,
a frozen lair born of Jorel’s knowledge.
It would suffice.
Kryptonite, in this, his fortress of solitude,
where he grew in strength and knowledge
of his history and of his own planet’s destruction.
Jorel bound him to the precepts
of pride and heritage.
He listened and learned
and in his alter ego, feigning weakness
and humility, he waited for
the proper time and place for the world
to meet-------Superman, man of steel !!!!!!!
Sept 13, 2012 © cghjr
i feel love.
i want love.
i was a buffoon to think that
i was in love with you until
i thought about how you said things.
i should have known that it was to good to be true.
i was subnormal to believe every word you said.
i was a buffoon to believe you loved me.
i wanted to feel loved by you and only you
until you split my heart.
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