#warmongers
wrapped in comfort
the pain and savagery
news flash
is never good news
the daily cross
added to
reaping sadness
for the suffering
children and old folk
voiceless corpses.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
Scenario 1:
Mr President:
"Good news, the war will end soon"
Stock prices rise.
Expected behaviour.
Scenario 2:
Anonymous person buys $1.5 billion
value of futures, based on no publically
available information.
5 minutes later.
Mr President:
"Good news, the war will end soon"
Stock prices rise.
Anonymous person makes
$100s millions in 5 minutes.
Odd behaviour.
I wonder who it was, Mr President?
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:46 AM UTC
great distance in the mind
a stand-off pride
drawbridge pulled up
walls made higher
lets go to war
and **** each other.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 9:32 AM UTC
the United Nations
ever and again call to raise billions
to help countries devastated by war
or other mostly man-made catastrophes
I suggest we operate by the causality principle:
the countries who sell all those arms
and military support to the warring parties
or leave the natives no land to grow their own food
simply use the money gained from their sales and appropriations
to help the refugees they created
build up all the cities their weapons destroyed
provide a living for the farmers whose lands
have been sold to agrobusinesses
pay for the education of all the children
unable to have schooling
reconstruct the societies their greedy actions destroyed
sounds like a fair proposal
doesn‘t it??
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
It was a scam, a sham
The flimmiest of flams
There was more pork there
Than a Christmas ham.
It’s nothing but a racket
Stuff it all into a big packet
And put into a time capture
Leave it until the rapture
Where it can’t hurt anybody
Then, fix yourself a hot toddy
And laugh about how shoddy
Future folks will think we are.
They won’t be wrong by far.
They’ll marvel at how many
Candidates worth a penny,
Or less, showed up to run
Like the whole thing was fun
And better than a TV show.
How could they tumble for
Not that good of a governor
Didn’t know what lips are for
Or what to say on the floor
Yet some wanted her to run?
What fun the press had with
Filling up the internet bandwidth
With screeching permutations
Of tired old KKK reiterations
Of the wonderful Aryan nation
The South advocated before
We had us a big-ass ugly war.
It’s like they didn’t know they lost
And were prepared to pay the cost
To do it all over again, not just men
But women too, who shouldn’t do
Because they were not part of
The government to be started up.
It was rather Alice In Wonderland,
The fuzzy details of their whole plan.
Certain things were carved in stone.
Some should go back to an age of stone
And forever leave the real people alone.
Because they’d shout out now and then
That this world was meant for white men
To run and control and own. Nothing tribal.
They said it was written in their Bible
Which was obvious they never really read
Or they would know what it really said
About helping the poor, the halt and lame.
They went on doing harm in the name
Of the King of Passion and Rescue
Saying that was the wrong thing to do.
They insisted they could do what pleases
And it should have nothing to do with Jesus.
It’s all about who is rich and who is not
And who doesn’t need what they have got:
All the good land and the mineral rights.
The rest can just stay up nights working
Two jobs, maybe three, they didn’t care.
Those pundits had to start somewhere.
Let those dishwashers and caddies
Go get their own filthy rich daddies
To leave them accounts full of millions
So they could hire undocumented millions
To build their dynasties of marble and gold.
Really, folks. This story never gets old.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
the little strong man
gives orders
to ****
to cleanse
to resist
he reminds
his frightened people
of the glorious
old
victorious times
and the soul of their nation
and when he is sure
that no real news
is shown on state-controlled TV
he broadcasts
his rousing speeches and
those heart-warming
patriotic
movies
of another war
to elevate the fearful
he pretends
not to be afraid
of laser-guided bombs
cruise missiles
stealth bombers
and unseen stratocruisers
that hit
or almost hit
carefully selected military targets
and spare civilians
or so they say
the thought that one of my friends
over there
might die
as a non-selected target
because of this maniac
heats the blood in my veins
clenches my fists
chokes me
with a wild
fierce
ravenous
cold
ANGER
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
september has become
the cruelest month
reassembled
hollywood disasters
at their worst
flipped into reality
as if
we had needed that
as if
we had not known
that life is fragile
and tall buildings
can collapse
taking thousands
to sudden death
what is the point?
to prove
that one can bring
disaster
to the undefended?
to demonstrate
that minds bent
on destruction
can succeed
if they plan long enough?
what a waste
of lives and minds...
and more to follow
most likely
does wordless violence
solve anything?
the heartless deed
the glamorous sacrifice
that calls for more
and more
and more
neurotic spirals
of destruction, retaliation
and revenge
instead of global peace
now looms spectral war
born from self-righteous pride
the need to strike out
fast and hard
against whoever fits
intelligence-created data
transferred to screens
meticulously marked
coolly oblivious of the people
who work and procreate
and live
in those fluorescent blips
domesticated energy
serves the omnipotent
two millionaires’ sons
turned public enemies
upon whose final global showdown
depends
the fate of yet more
women
men
and children
to satisfy the need
for a just universe
where power flows
undisturbed by laughter
and the sounds
of real people
living
in a real world
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC