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Entries Tagged as 'Sounds of War'

A once quiet scene


Trust came along and belted me in the ear.
I heard the sound, the crack upon my mind.
Whatever had I been doing out there –
globally, violently, abusively –

Man, what a monster
when life and death appear so unfair.
Crime – no, a disaster
upon a once quiet scene,
a life enhancing, grace-filled space
destruction now – now no place free or safe.

April 5th, 2016
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No one cares to notice


Not now my darling
the sky is falling fast.
Mountain tops eroding
the mining trade a-blast.

No one cares to notice
crime an everyday occurrence.
Play time for children – parking
inside some mind altering gadget
or machine.

No time for caring, sharing
or empathy at all.
The soldiers bathe in glory
no matter the quandary
child or man, woman or babe.

Matters not the kill, the damage
all part of that elite military thrill.
I suspect an atom will fall upon us soon.

Nuclear damage – well evidence of health
already a witness, but third world
so no need to hurry, plenty of spending yet
still for twenty-first century idleness
and greedy mentalities.
No place yet, but oh too soon.

April 5th, 2016
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Man is at death’s door


I have to tell you right now
your prayers are in doubt
as word, my word is out.

God has spoken
man is at death’s door
fighting on every plane
no word for him to heed
such as this so hideous war.

I want told, by you who are to care
to stop that prayerful moan down there.
The ears are aching
the whole universe destroyed
what next you foolish idle folk
a war, a war – so mad of mind you are.

Give over, give to me a chance
to re-work your conscience,
a rewiring at best
then perhaps foolishness dies
and gentle as a lamb to be to you
I can then love and caress.

God so has spoken – the word is out
‘love you neighbour’.
Or hell on this plane of Earth
is about to bleed hence forth
as I the Almighty cause a catastrophic roar
and all you minnows will be no, no more.

August 30th, 2015
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Night of the generals


Night of the generals.
Night of the dead.

Who but of those victims
do we each hear of their story
valued in the end.

No such fortune.
No such prize.
God declares an army
religion’s wise

But not so for everyone involved,
the battle for those spoils
is what in the end, for those who attended?
– No, not for them.

This is of a more
individualised select few
more about what and for whom.

Countries divided
wealth at the core
deep throat involved
but who among them
keeps any scores.

This is a game of the adventurous crew
to ensure wealth is continued
and death is a ‘who cares’,
just of you complaining.

‘Collateral’ is really what we call
those at the factory
of death’s worldly crew.

August 25th, 2015
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The empire burns


No one told me,
no one cared,
no one understood completely
what we had done.

No one said
what it was when it occurred
and no one breathed
because the dust was putrid and foul
like some form of diseased view.

I saw the warning signs
but did not breathe a word.
I told no one for fear of reprisal
for that is what they spread continually –
disaster is what I thought and read and knew.

But who are they on capital hill
that spread those lies of fear
and thought a captive audience
full of frightening notions is the way
to be containing the populace,
their own country folk?



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August 3rd, 2015
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