“Ours is not to wonder why”. Just happy, thanks, to consume until we die

Dragoons galloped in the Light Brigade
led by incompetence, stupidity
Now another mind-boggling ‘crusade’
this one in commercial avidity:

Likewise is ‘ours not to wonder why’
when charging in reckless cupidity
ours is just to swipe the card to buy
‘Alive’ while wilting in flaccidity

A lack of reflection on blind obedience
may serve to hide in cowardly expedience

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From poem ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ by Alfred Tennyson about the 1853 Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War. The British light cavalry charged, due to its leader’s stupidity & incompetence, on a frontal attack right into the lowered muzzles of Russian artillery. Hence “Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.”

The ‘blank check’ lenience we allow for our own convenience

We ignore stentorian warning:
Planetary life keeps crumbling
in depletion, pollution, warming
met by our evasive mumbling

We equivocate & grumble
just own convenience is heeded
Glaciers melt & earthquakes rumble
not taking steps urgently needed

Our children & theirs shall pay the price
if we won’t change habits, they’re doomed:
As rivers drain, temperatures rise
ending them too early entombed

But for us, for now, a small price to pay
for enjoying the American Way?

Not sticking around that itinerant clown

After settles the sawdust
found himself again nonplussed

As an itinerant clown
why should he be relied upon
to still be sticking around
after the circus is long gone?

If notably the after-sensation
turned out to be humiliation?

 

Crass truculence

He’s a hot air exhauster
ignorant, crassly truculent
this brash White House imposter
whose lies many find succulent

Conceited we might just wonder:
“Cannot do better, America?!”
Exceptionalism a blunder
by now hardly esoterica:

that when our egos grow outsized
as humans we’ll shrink to pint-sized

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-Exceptionalism = American Exceptionalism: “Trusted with the destinies of this solitary republic of the world, the only monument of human rights, and the sole depository of the sacred fire of freedom and self government, from hence it is to be lighted up in other regions of the earth, if other regions of the earth shall ever become susceptible of its benign influence.” – Thomas Jefferson

 

Bet av i Livets skugga mindre än kunnat tugga

Irrande runt i Livets skugga
såg han sej själv som senfärdig
bet av mindre än kunnat tugga
för otillräckligt ihärdig

Hoppet flydde uppgivet
blev satt på plats eftertryckligt
av Livet så durkdrivet
olyckligt, fast ej godtyckligt

Så han blev förstås luggad
och tvingad sitta kvar
av själva Livet kuggad
Vad återstår sen, var?

Fastlåst med att skriva vers uttryckslös
i ålderns kalla vinter utsiktslös

Just for this day walk Universe’s way!

As humans we stagger
in endless desert
keeping up the swagger
digging for paydirt

While our lives set to go awry
why letting cowardice disgrace us?
Don’t despair & lie down & die
just one sand dune til the oasis!

Life’s purpose may be unknowable
at least to humans nebulous
but if in brief glimpses showable
ought that not get us emulous?

What if albeit just for this day
we’d grasp & walk Universe’s way?!

Förlorad å besviken. Dunkel syns livsmystiken

Mest levde han i drömmar sköra
Trots var ringa till vad han dög
fanns det en del han sökte göra
hur än vingligt sakta han flög

Ifrån barndomens sandhög
mot omvärldens ‘försåt’
försvarade sej å ljög
mot de andras ‘uppsåt’

Sitter nu i dödens väntrum
förlorad å besviken
kvällningen känns kylig å skum
dunkel syns livsmystiken

Hans jordelivs sista hållplats
ett kliv ner i dyrköpt gravplats

 

Till min kusin ‘Biggan’ på hennes 79 års dag

Min kusin så ungdomlig
men får hoppas å tro
att som mormor visdomlig
kan nån gång finna ro?

Var dag fylld med släp å slit
fylld av beundransvärd flit

Men långt från alldaglig vanilj
skänker tvärtom nyansrik mersmak
hennes vänner, hund å familj
runt omkring är Biggans hjärtesak

är vad som håller henne i gång
utan varken påstöt eller tvång!