Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
No help for victims civilian
by ‘defense’ budgets of a trillion
while The E.U.: crocodilian
NATO: East crawling reptilian
Ever darker clouds race
beyond Humanity’s whims:
letting our lives debase
hope for planet’s future dims
… as we indulge free reins
for hate filled hearts & brains
Have we noticed less yelling
these days in tight traffic
less impudent labeling
fewer gestures graphic?
Do we drive more like adults
with manners to be commended
lessened the need to insult
and slower to get offended?
If so, it might be truth to say
for fear of being blown away?
Sounds so demoralizing
her verbal ritual
Weighed down immobilizing
her yack perpetual
Her dear husband enlisted
for reasons simplistic
Their lives by Empire twisted
yet feel chauvinistic
They’re human raw material
to fill its hapless legions
on harsh campaigns Imperial
in to remotest regions
And so the War Machine
gobbles up recruits
Some eager to convene
to look sharp, salute
Empire’s goals & pursuits obscene
its glamor proves cosmetic:
To search out, destroy or demean
in violence frenetic
Carrying out command: ‘Fire!’
jingoistically
sets in motion outcome dire:
Blow back predictably
Massive entertainment
& the mainstream media
hold us in containment
weighed down by acedia
After being surreptitiously sedated
may find out, if woken up, that we’ve been castrated
Smart phone! Don’t we all need one
so we can be ‘with’ someone?
Aren’t we idling in the wings
until phone imposes
listlessly until it rings
then all else forecloses?
In hyper connected times
everywhere a free zone
where lights up & crisply chimes
our exacting smart phone
Long since when that sweet time when dialog was two
now it often takes a three- or foursome to coo
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three- or foursome = 2 persons + 1 or 2 smartphones involved
Crisp days freshly dawn
hold hope of perfection
But by dusk forlorn
faded in dejection
Takes guts & strength of mind
never just by fingers’ snap
Sounds like same old tired grind
as joy doesn’t sit on our lap
So if we think it can be achieved
by just staying in the slipstream
we’re allowing us to be deceived
lost in that American Dream
where we’re entitled to score
while putting in less, not more
Refuse defenses
of both ‘panem’
& of ‘circenses’
best just ban’em
They provide spurious easement
distracting entertainment
mere superficial appeasement
in consumer containment
Such ‘adults’ in shorts:
keep celeb name-dropping
shopping, watching sports
snacks with extra topping
Won’t achieve Reality attainment
watching commercials & infotainment
Eating a tender ‘veal’ meal
brought to dinner table
with ugly, hardhearted zeal
Here’s goes the non-fable:
Cruelty we’re mislabeling
yes, how a calf becomes veal
This is what we are enabling
it’s a once in lifetime steal
He suffers alone the forlorn calf
put in dark bin to become ‘veal’
on pitiless meat eaters behalf
all his hoped-for joy they would steal
After months in the dark
posture hard to be shifted
calf cannot even walk
so weak he must be lifted
Then drawing his last breath
from Hell’s lonely bane
liberated by Death
from the gruesome pain
“My eating cheese, drinking milk
did not kill the milked cow!”
Well, you of indulgent ilk
it does, here’s when & how:
A milked out cow suffers five years
when slaughter ends her life in fears
There just can’t be such a thing
as ‘gain without some pain’
so watch falling for a sting
as there’s pain without gain
While beware that there’s no longer a solution
to stupidity, climate change or pollution
Life’s path got gooey
been slowing us ennuied
frazzled by hooey
No longer on path buoyed
All the while mired in a massive flop
we still dream of coming out on top