Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Searching for encouraging sparks
hoped-for bright lights of starkness
ambience like that of Denmark’s
but finding massive darkness?
Fast fading embers
false hollow hope
no one remembers
least the myope
Dreams of a loving utopia
long since turned shoving dystopia
Those who think they know it all
do they not suspect their gall?
Their impetuous actions
and unguarded remarks
disparage other factions
as own views true benchmarks
Their own view an article of faith
whether of substance or merely wraith!
Overweight, over-entertained
we’re cowards uncritical
while toiling in soulless jobs drained
we hide apolitical
Can’t care about usurpation
or making the moral choice
cruelty no aberration
all bonds been loosened, rejoice!
In a society pernicious
we’re escaping to ‘worlds’ fictitious
Pounding a platitude
while pretending cool
Whilst stuck in servitude
we’re played for the fool
Off on the daily spree
tires burning, squealing
Why can’t we simply see
we’re Future stealing?
Our Species the real schmuck
running amok, denying
Knee deep in banal muck
telling ourselves we’re flying
We’re our own enabling muses
spouting asinine excuses
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servitude = here: to the oligarch/kakistocrat society
The entitled Power Elite
blocks us political hobbyists
so they grab more (rarely replete)
Can’t have us impede their lobbyists!
Power Elite schemes ambitiously
locks us in insecurity
Subjugating us perniciously
in childish immaturity
Greased by our own denial
their put-on smiles beaming:
“Go score in the shopping aisle
keep chasing stuff gleaming!”
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lobbyists = here: those professional ones hired by the power elite
In ever worsening malfunction
humanity heads the wrong way
Amidst dialectic dysfunction
society turns disarray
Just can’t allow my mind turn lazy
when my heart pounds rapidly, sad
Just won’t do living a life crazy
be it our Species going mad
As life for some of meager pleasure
it won’t do to just vote ‘present’
Life is still the abundant treasure
to be lamented if misspent.
Western media apoplectic
and frantically out of breath
but their ‘coverage’ anorectic
unless the elite’s shibboleth
Pouring on the propaganda
with aggressive intention
on to Russia’s own veranda
in wanton intervention
The U.S. hardly the arbiter
in the global ‘regime change’ chase
rather appears as the harbinger
of the end to the human race
With ruinous war-waging technology
while minds mired in ‘Won the West’ mythology
U.S. security in peril
from nations antagonistic!
Those foreigners always found feral
their voices propagandistic!
Thus forced by others in cahoots
U.S. must keep up the whack-a-mole
though even when ‘on the ground boots’
unable to exercise control
Expand embargo targets!
Kill collaterally!
The same old Beltway argots
unilaterally:
“All options are on the table
won’t stand for contradiction!”
such pontificating fable
of titillating fiction
While Elites ought to shiver
as Empire slips, they trip
Out of arrows in quiver
they’re now losing their grip
The vacuum at the top
the true reflection
of us all in synced SOP
in vile abjection
Where do we get off offended
when we ought feel shame & blame?
Greed of the rich gets distended
while we’re enjoying our game
Changing it may be up to all of us
but I need my car, you go ride the bus!
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-SOP = standard operating procedure
-the top = the power elite
On fantasy’s waves
the Trumpwhale is splashing
with his pod of knaves
believing he’s dashing
When shall the Trumpwhale
get washed up, out of speech
muddied, in weak wail
on Reality’s Beach:
Cluelessly
gasping!
Crewlessly
grasping!
Let’s keep hoping, while prospects grim
as among sharks he learned to swim …