The ugliness and grotesque stands before me<\/p>\n
the savageness that man can now \u00a0create<\/p>\n
the vilest wish to tear up every scruple<\/p>\n
he ever relished and to now debate<\/p>\n
to the abyss he now \u00a0shovels<\/p>\n
his accumulated shit<\/p>\n
the sordidness of all that war is<\/p>\n
the weak against the fit<\/p>\n
the soldier dons his fighting fists<\/p>\n
and disregards his heart<\/p>\n
he takes someone else’s relative<\/p>\n
and throws them on a cart<\/p>\n
beating them with fists and boots<\/p>\n
and bloodying the wall<\/p>\n
despite their remonstration’s<\/p>\n
despite each bloody call<\/p>\n
despite their resignation<\/p>\n
beaten as they do fall<\/p>\n
The soldier boy he plaintively<\/p>\n
answers every call<\/p>\n
puts a million boots in<\/p>\n
he has to overrule<\/p>\n
he must seek to conquer<\/p>\n
someone else’s son<\/p>\n
someone else’s father<\/p>\n
for what he’s bloody done<\/p>\n
see them ever battered<\/p>\n
and every swipe, we feel<\/p>\n
the pain<\/p>\n
the ongoing tragedy<\/p>\n
oh! it is for real!<\/p>\n
bloodied faces warn us<\/p>\n
of the embittered state<\/p>\n
they pulverize the innocent<\/p>\n
at an alarming rate<\/p>\n
someone else’s lover<\/p>\n
someone else’s friend<\/p>\n
where can we imagine<\/p>\n
all of this will end<\/p>\n
and while this vile dominion<\/p>\n
is hurdled over, we<\/p>\n
know the camera’s rolling<\/p>\n
and know the agony<\/p>\n
this is never Hollywood<\/p>\n
Die Hard we shall not see<\/p>\n
the captions reads the end<\/p>\n
of all we ever dreamed<\/p>\n
we’d be<\/p>\n
the formidable relationship<\/p>\n
the insuperable demand<\/p>\n
the adversity and difficulty<\/p>\n
the enigma of command<\/p>\n
unraveling society<\/p>\n
building the restraint<\/p>\n
the impediment of capture<\/p>\n
the intervention that does paint<\/p>\n
defiance and resistance<\/p>\n
the rivalry of war<\/p>\n
the recalcitrant commander<\/p>\n
in the face of blood and gore<\/p>\n
the disharmony the dissonance<\/p>\n
the friction in the ranks<\/p>\n
the severance of relations<\/p>\n
revenge asks for no thanks<\/p>\n
defiance is on both sides<\/p>\n
the aggressor and those who<\/p>\n
take the bloody punishment<\/p>\n
who proudly soldier through<\/p>\n
the onslaught, the bombardment<\/p>\n
the assailant has his way<\/p>\n
flails and swipes and hammers<\/p>\n
the vanquished come what may<\/p>\n
of course \u00a0they have no armour<\/p>\n
no carapace no shell<\/p>\n
nothing to protect them<\/p>\n
from the ravages of hell<\/p>\n
to parry or to counter<\/p>\n
to repulse or repel<\/p>\n
this is not resistance<\/p>\n
nothing I know well<\/p>\n
a violent altercation<\/p>\n
really no holds barred<\/p>\n
combat of the basest kind<\/p>\n
where every soul is scarred<\/p>\n
war fever grips the banker<\/p>\n
the milk man may be so<\/p>\n
their call to arms was evidenced<\/p>\n
they couldn’t wait to go<\/p>\n
the warlike operations<\/p>\n
the bloodshed was their thing<\/p>\n
just a denial policy<\/p>\n
it has that awful ring<\/p>\n
about it, \u00a0every skirmish<\/p>\n
the armigerent are there<\/p>\n
chivalrous I do not think so<\/p>\n
tactical \u00a0they don’t care<\/p>\n
its all about subservience<\/p>\n
and slavishness and assent<\/p>\n
humility went out the window<\/p>\n
white flags they too went<\/p>\n
the line of least resistance<\/p>\n
just lay down and die<\/p>\n
take whatever’s coming<\/p>\n
and in your own blood lie<\/p>\n
whilst the brave swashbuckler<\/p>\n
the legionary fool<\/p>\n
uses his fists like bayonets<\/p>\n
and breaks you down that’s all<\/p>\n
in the new arena<\/p>\n
someone’s old domain<\/p>\n
beat them to a pulp<\/p>\n
until they go insane<\/p>\n
the debacle of those losing<\/p>\n
outmanoeuvred and outplayed<\/p>\n
defeated to a whimper<\/p>\n
this message is relayed<\/p>\n
the misery and wretchedness<\/p>\n
their humiliation rife<\/p>\n
their deterioration obvious<\/p>\n
the extremity of strife<\/p>\n
the legitimacy of winning<\/p>\n
the supremacy of sin<\/p>\n
the tyranny of terror<\/p>\n
someone has to win<\/p>\n
the imperious dictator<\/p>\n
subjugates us all<\/p>\n
the winners and the losers<\/p>\n
they all heard the call<\/p>\n
the rod of iron<\/p>\n
the harassment<\/p>\n
the pitilessness<\/p>\n
the force<\/p>\n
all took on \u00a0the coercion<\/p>\n
as their matter of course<\/p>\n
the inflexible behaviour<\/p>\n
the predatory approach<\/p>\n
the undisciplined and the anarchic<\/p>\n
those factors did encroach<\/p>\n
counter revolutionaries \u00a0demagogue’s \u00a0for sure<\/p>\n
traitorous to goddesses<\/p>\n
probably even more<\/p>\n
took their badge to rule<\/p>\n
to enslave the population<\/p>\n
to serfdom as a fool<\/p>\n
to suppress quell and to tame them<\/p>\n
subdue them out of hand<\/p>\n
wipe one’s feet upon them<\/p>\n
make them understand<\/p>\n
manacle and bind them<\/p>\n
and kick them till they die<\/p>\n
till their faces can’t be recognized<\/p>\n
pilloried where they lie<\/p>\n
to atone for this is impossible<\/p>\n
to repatriate is too<\/p>\n
they have murdered like a gang of thugs<\/p>\n
with such debt,what can they do<\/p>\n
but limit their exposure<\/p>\n
to the forces of the free<\/p>\n
and go back home<\/p>\n
and sacrifice
\nAnd cry eternally
\nThe octopus the lady
\nPressed down on the stove
\nAnd as she reels in agony
\nThe spirit clearly drove
\nA wedge into her heartstrings
\nImagine how that feels
\nAdd a dash of soya sauce
\nAnd darling it reveals
\nA nakedness a sordid malediction
\nTo abhor
\nThose diners are creating
\nAn evil to explore
\nIt’s intoxicating wickedness
\nSatanic through and through
\nViciousness and villainy
\nProfane and ever true
\nAbandoned disreputable
\nThe most outrageous act
\nTo an innocent inoffensive
\nEarthling so attacked<\/p>\n
You Japanese diners you sicken me beyond words<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The ugliness and grotesque stands before me the savageness that man can now \u00a0create the vilest wish to tear up every scruple he ever relished and to now debate to the abyss he now \u00a0shovels his accumulated shit the sordidness … Continue reading