The leaders of some countries
lie and deny the genocide
perpetrated by their military
despite the evidence being bona fide
yet those disliked
they don't even know
but want to annihilate
as a dangerous foe
unfortunately it shows
when he goes on the warpath
with ethnic cleansing
it's only the victims who take a bath
the only real winners in conflicts ~ are the arms manufacturers
*
bombing campaigns don't ensure victory ~ people's resolve is stronger
*
wars are expensive for everyone involved ~ peace costs you nothing
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why are schools and hospitals always targeted ~ they cannot fight back
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Just because others do not share your views ~ doesn't mean that they are wrong
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history remembers the warmongers ~ but why not the peacemakers
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talks about ceasfires and peace are futile ~ without trust and compromise
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lennon and plastic ono band sang give peace a chance ~ so why don't we
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why do all the despots in the world ~ have weapons of mass destruction
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skeletal buildings a dreary landscape ~ once thriving communities
Written 14th April 2026
The Chicken and the Egg
Woke up fearing the blood sugar
was too low, so I went into the kitchen to get something to eat
found under a platter, a small fried chicken leg
I thought chicken legs were getting smaller and smaller
They must kill the chicken as soon as they get out of the egg
Not a chance for them to be yellow, innocent babies
as painted on the wall in the pre-school visited by a
32-year-old veteran of 8 wars.
It goes without saying that veterans are heroes defending
say, America, from being invaded by all and sundry
But we know the war they fight and often die for is
in the service of warmongers and Israel
Human rights, what a nice phrase
Permeates the mind in fanciful ways
Peace everywhere, what a sweet dream
Of ethics’ crop, it seems the cream
Equal we stand before the law
Yet some are taller, longer in the paw
Equality lives only in books
In the real world, some have better looks
Of human rights, some have a lot more
Based on yardsticks rotten to the core
Some preach for long on merits of peace
While wheels of war, they willingly grease
As the world burns in flames of war
Warmongers escape feathers and tar
The innocent pay for the wicked’s wrong
And thus is sung the human song
But wait, this is just the ugly part
To make life comely, man has the art
Many noble souls follow lofty goals
To improve life for human shoals
Be it by fighting for human rights
Freedom, justice for blacks and whites
Or bringing peace in war-ravaged zones
Or Healing the wounds and broken bones
To end injustice, they will do their best
Wherever it is, whether east or west
Truly human they always remain
Give meaning to life and ease the pain
Peace, peace, and sincere peace
We all wish, dream and confuse about peace
Are we really serious, thirsty and hungry for peace
Even though the gunships and cannons are set and ready
To go, to attack the weak and the imagined enemies?
Do we truly want a world of brotherly harmonies?
Yet, superpowers invest their time, ingenuity, and moneys
In smart drones, powerful guns and well-trained armies
Are we sure that we want lasting peace?
This world is made of corrupt goons, polygamists, liars and bullies
Warmongers are hypocritical, strange, sneaky and devious
This agitprop about peace is delusional headlines or breaking news
To startle or to dimwit elderlies, idealists, and crying babies
Politicians are godawful sensationalists on steroid
Where muzzled reporters and anchors are ridiculed and toyed
By elected pogromists in search of free publicities
Yet, yes we yearn for peace and tranquility in the burgs and cities
Peace is about coming with clean and caring hands
To share the streams, the land, the sand and the highlands.
Human nature, a mercurial being.
Individualistic, out-of-place souls.
Searching for answers but not truly seeing:
Their beauty within, burning like white-hot coals.
At times, so gentle..with empathy so pure.
Emitting radiance, a kind of allure.
Calling the masses, the meek, to surrender.
Healing hidden shadows, blessed defender.
Human nature, a mercurial being.
Overrun and overcrowd. Stuffed to the gills.
Innocent victims. Run. Terrified. Fleeing.
Maniacal laughter follows, gives chills.
Warmongers, detached. So blinded by their greed.
Were they born to hate? Or do we plant the seed?
Empty hearts in an empty shell. They're feeding.
No love for those they hurt. Left behind, bleeding.
*'What I love-What I Hate' Double Rispetto Poetry Contest
*Sponsored by: Tom Woody
*Entered on: 9/30/25
The Russians are coming again
In Northern Norway, not far from Russia
the people have lived without worry
but the war hysteria is also washing up
on the rugged shores.
There is talk about closing harbors for
Russian fishing vessels, in case they spy
or do unlawful things
Let us be clear, Russia is not about to
invade, but we live in a time of relentless
propaganda when even sensible
are unsure.
The war hysteria is Russia's insistence of
not having NATO in Ukraine, this request
is perfectly normal, like that of the USA
which does not permit a foreign power
have bases near her borders and as we can
see on a map, the border between them is
long, yet not far from Moscow
This case could easily be resolved, but
the chance of hurting Russia and possibly
alter her leadership, was too much to miss
So Russia invaded to secure her border
like the USA would have done and has
in a similar situation.
A wind of war fever hastens over Europe
must be controlled, before feverish
warmongers haul us into a new war
When will peace finally come
to reign in righteous hearts,
will skies be without smoke?
Hear a mother's lingering cry,
rocking her dear child to sleep;
all she asks for is words of mercy!
Many invoke a last wish for peace,
lives will be lost until it'll take form;
what does it take to make it cease?
Storms take away all sunlight,
wars destroy tranquility and joy;
they create anxiety and fright!
Warmongers build weapons,
peacemakers pray and hope;
which side will be victorious?
Give peace a chance
To sit at the table
It’s worth the gamble
And is most able
To win a few hands
Or spin the big wheel
Give peace a chance to
Get in on the deal
Give peace a chance
It has better odds
Than a war waging
‘Tween wanna-be-gods
We know peace can have
At least nine in ten
Chances of winning
Versus fighting men
Give peace a chance
It’s in the cards
When warmongers fold
Give them best regards
No matter the score
Peace won’t be bluffing
And then it will win
Double or nothing.
The world has become jaded by the news we observe
It’s not until we notice something morally monstrous
Neither peacemakers nor warmongers have the nerve
It’s the emotions of the weak that raise our awareness
Our heads turn around when it involves the innocent
The terror and tears on their face make us take notice
Traumatizing their faultless world are the malcontents
Disrupting their pure sanctity with death and sickness
Trying to make sense of what has harassed their reality
Children and the elderly suffer, contrary to popular belief
Too delicate to be collateral damage of the war’s tragedy
Hearing the innocent cry, are you listening to their grief
Lovey dovey doves please don't cry!
Nor coo coo on your squeaky wings fly!
For the rainbow arching in the sky,
and your fledgling flock, will bring peace and defy
the warmongers, hell bent to wry
away the cry of white doves, sent aloft to ply
peace, harmony and serenity, in the by and by.
When love flies out of the window
Hate strides in the door
People wear sad faces
Which they never wore before
Hate encourages violence
Love votes for peace
Hate causes disturbance
That seems never to cease
Make love, not war
Is a sensible point of view
I cannot understand warmongers
It is impossible to
I don't think anyone,
Who has a brain
Would want to see the world
Slowly trickle down the drain
Sadly that is what is happening,
In this crazy world today,
If things don't change soon
Our sins will wash the world away.
The pulse stops beating,
Slowly at first
The heart starts weeping
For it has lost its thirst
For life, as it is today
The World has gone mad
And many people
Have lost the will to stay
In a world full of trouble and pain
Mainly caused by man
What did we have to gain
I don't think this was God's plan
With so many in the World,
We will never get perfect peace,
Is it too much to expect?
For HUMAN BEINGS to release
Their emotions
And bottle up their grief,
Because they think there's nothing
To give their hearts and souls relief.
The pulse of life slows down,
When all goes to pot
Warmongers have gone crazy
And completely lost the plot,
What they don't seem to realise
Or if they do, they do not care,
There is a strong possibility
Our world will not exist out there.
Humanities burden
Something nihilistic is churning on my mind what if strife is embedded in our psyche
normality is war punctuated by peace; the peace is prosperous but wallowing in
the softness concern of female interest love of dogs, making them into soft toys.
This somnambulistic existence brought no inventions and humanity, thanks to
the low birthrate was dying out.
Nature took charge and brought on the devastation the will to survive took priority.
To endure, we had to forgo lax options and be aggressive even if it meant inventing
the enemies.
War brought fore inventions benefiting warmongers but also spilt over to help man in
his daily struggle to make agriculture more efficient.
In the following years, the alternation between wars and peace became a norm, a dream
of lasting armistice unobtainable.
This throwing and towing as we see in Ukraine eventually, it will stop as all wars do
providing if a third-party stop interfering and making the war global.
Don't take others' precious lives
To fill up your foul bellies!
Stomachache will take your lives!
4.8.2022
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