Humanity is no more

The ugliness and grotesque stands before me

the savageness that man can now  create

the vilest wish to tear up every scruple

he ever relished and to now debate

to the abyss he now  shovels

his accumulated shit

the sordidness of all that war is

the weak against the fit

the soldier dons his fighting fists

and disregards his heart

he takes someone else’s relative

and throws them on a cart

beating them with fists and boots

and bloodying the wall

despite their remonstration’s

despite each bloody call

despite their resignation

beaten as they do fall

The soldier boy he plaintively

answers every call

puts a million boots in

he has to overrule

he must seek to conquer

someone else’s son

someone else’s father

for what he’s bloody done

see them ever battered

and every swipe, we feel

the pain

the ongoing tragedy

oh! it is for real!

bloodied faces warn us

of the embittered state

they pulverize the innocent

at an alarming rate

someone else’s lover

someone else’s friend

where can we imagine

all of this will end

and while this vile dominion

is hurdled over, we

know the camera’s rolling

and know the agony

this is never Hollywood

Die Hard we shall not see

the captions reads the end

of all we ever dreamed

we’d be

the formidable relationship

the insuperable demand

the adversity and difficulty

the enigma of command

unraveling society

building the restraint

the impediment of capture

the intervention that does paint

defiance and resistance

the rivalry of war

the recalcitrant commander

in the face of blood and gore

the disharmony the dissonance

the friction in the ranks

the severance of relations

revenge asks for no thanks

defiance is on both sides

the aggressor and those who

take the bloody punishment

who proudly soldier through

the onslaught, the bombardment

the assailant has his way

flails and swipes and hammers

the vanquished come what may

of course  they have no armour

no carapace no shell

nothing to protect them

from the ravages of hell

to parry or to counter

to repulse or repel

this is not resistance

nothing I know well

a violent altercation

really no holds barred

combat of the basest kind

where every soul is scarred

war fever grips the banker

the milk man may be so

their call to arms was evidenced

they couldn’t wait to go

the warlike operations

the bloodshed was their thing

just a denial policy

it has that awful ring

about it,  every skirmish

the armigerent are there

chivalrous I do not think so

tactical  they don’t care

its all about subservience

and slavishness and assent

humility went out the window

white flags they too went

the line of least resistance

just lay down and die

take whatever’s coming

and in your own blood lie

whilst the brave swashbuckler

the legionary fool

uses his fists like bayonets

and breaks you down that’s all

in the new arena

someone’s old domain

beat them to a pulp

until they go insane

the debacle of those losing

outmanoeuvred and outplayed

defeated to a whimper

this message is relayed

the misery and wretchedness

their humiliation rife

their deterioration obvious

the extremity of strife

the legitimacy of winning

the supremacy of sin

the tyranny of terror

someone has to win

the imperious dictator

subjugates us all

the winners and the losers

they all heard the call

the rod of iron

the harassment

the pitilessness

the force

all took on  the coercion

as their matter of course

the inflexible behaviour

the predatory approach

the undisciplined and the anarchic

those factors did encroach

counter revolutionaries  demagogue’s  for sure

traitorous to goddesses

probably even more

took their badge to rule

to enslave the population

to serfdom as a fool

to suppress quell and to tame them

subdue them out of hand

wipe one’s feet upon them

make them understand

manacle and bind them

and kick them till they die

till their faces can’t be recognized

pilloried where they lie

to atone for this is impossible

to repatriate is too

they have murdered like a gang of thugs

with such debt,what can they do

but limit their exposure

to the forces of the free

and go back home

and sacrifice
And cry eternally
The octopus the lady
Pressed down on the stove
And as she reels in agony
The spirit clearly drove
A wedge into her heartstrings
Imagine how that feels
Add a dash of soya sauce
And darling it reveals
A nakedness a sordid malediction
To abhor
Those diners are creating
An evil to explore
It’s intoxicating wickedness
Satanic through and through
Viciousness and villainy
Profane and ever true
Abandoned disreputable
The most outrageous act
To an innocent inoffensive
Earthling so attacked

You Japanese diners you sicken me beyond words