I was watching a reportage about the strong possibility of a war between Iraq and Kurdistani Kirkuk.  I don't consider myself a political person, neither politically aware nor politically active.  But sometimes, I'm moved on a deep level at the futility of and process leading up to war.  This is one of those moments.  I went directly to the computer.

        You Can’t Have A War

You can’t have a war

Unless you have weapons;

You can’t have those weapons

Unless you have industries;

Can’t have an industry earning no money -

And money means profit,

For who runs an industry

That doesn’t profit -

Profit the carrot.



Weapons-to-profit:

The distance is multi- or many small instances

Building the one upon other,

Easy to disregard,

Turn a blind eye to.



Oil or real estate,

Access to coast,

Minerals, labor:

Possession and use.

Passions’ abuse

And war is the certainty.



It’s terribly sad,

This fighting for terra;

A sickening error

Pretending it’s doctrine or canon or righteousness.

Overruled, conscience.



You can’t have a war,

Restrain it,

Unless there’s this chain of re-action,

Everyone playing his part.

It’s breaking my heart.

Ain’t it yours?



You Can’t Have A War 10.14.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

I was watching a reportage about the strong possibility of a war between Iraq and Kurdistani Kirkuk. I don't consider myself a political person, neither politically aware nor politically active. But sometimes, I'm moved on a deep level at the futility of and process leading up to war. This is one of those moments. I went directly to the computer.
March 27, 2019 Just 'found' this -'found' in the broadest sense since it's been on Facebook all this time. It seemed weaker than it must have felt when I wrote it in 2017. I've tinkered and re-written - with hopes that it's stronger.
You Can’t Have A War

Looking through, I saw a beauty smiling to herself,
she was an aurora standing by the bookshelf,

her scent diffused across the room,
I couldn't get my eyes off her shinny costume,

she seemed to have a bubbly outlook,
she probably came from kirkuk,

her waist as slender as a needle,
her hair as curly as a noodle,

her velvety eyelashes and her oxbow lips positively drooled with goodness,
she stood out amongst all with her sculpted figure and her shyness,

she had a pointy- dainty nose,
definately once had a foe,

her eyes were judgemental,
but she didn't look temperamental,

her lips looked like they tasted candy sweet,
looked strawberry and was complimented by her white teeth,

before i could go on and on,
she left the room making me crave for some more "bon",

I ran to ask her name but she'd already left,
i instantly felt my heart melt,

i ran out of breath so my heart started to pump faster,
that's when i knew my heart had a new master.