War
is, catcalling
overbearingly domineering
archaic misogyny, idolising
chauvinist
fathers, husbands, brothers etc
manically
running, to arm
their daughters, mothers, wives etc
because
they, know
what horrors, their fellow monsters
are capable
of
because, we all
know…
They call it war crimes
when all it is
is barbaric, opportunism
by filthy beasts
draping their ill-intent
within war’s
despairing clouds
and crimson, rains!
Somehow, someway
In our now, of everyday
We majority, must find a way
To fight, this virus
Expunge such cruel, mindsets
From our society
Equal, respect for All of humanity
as Mandatory, not Just
in March and June
or every few years
On those election slogans: Only!
© L. B. Mek
April 2022
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Dear MeK, Could hear your Heart Yell for the oppressed.
Your words really spoke so loud and did portray and pathetic situation the daughters, mothers, wives are being subjected to, in the name of shelter.
Its time this Virus like War is
abated, and people rest in peace ..
Great yearning poetry of pain !!
yes, there's a lot of yearning
for some semblance of peace in these words..
sometimes, our despair's need an outlet
I'm just glad I have poetry..
'in the name of shelter'
how acutely, you captured my meaning
with these few words, thank you! dear Poet
You have spoken loudly against those repressions around the world. Very timely presentation.
'very timely...' what a sobering thought
that at Any time, these words
are timely, for some corner of the world..
thank you, dear poet
If only we could stop war, I fear it is part of human nature. Thanks for sharing
Amen!
thank you and yes, we must
Evolve, past
those inherited weaknesses
in our nature
as we've done, before
may
our Humanity, prevail...
Just a madman wanting his dream come true before he dies. No one around him willing to do the right thing. NATO unwilling to get involved, making us even more weaker, and surely totally inept.
so much belligerent ineptitude, abounds
in the actions of those We, 'elect'
to represent, Us
what does that say
about, us..
(and I so agree with you dear Poet
it's sad, that Putin
a person, whose such
a learned and well read, individual
yet
all that intellect, is utilised
to serve his ego...
sacrificing his kin to rebuttal
the West's
antagonistic, warmongering actions)
if we can't nurture enough humility
within us, to recognise
empathy's, importance in our choices
all - is 'Sans'
Sans hopes, Sansa ideal's
Sans love, Sans life...!
Why are people so cruel to others .. Something I will never understand . There’s no need for cruelty and war .
A good expressive writing showing the want and need for this war to stop ..
I wish the world were a lot more peaceful
thanks
war & all that it stands for and all that is juxtaposed against it and all that is committed in the name of it .. does not deserve such poetry ..
ah, Hyung!
It was a blessed day
when fate, introduced your genius
into my humble life
I shall cherish every word you gift me
more than you can ever imagine..
thank you!
I'm most definitely on the same page as you with this one LBM as you'll know from my post today.
In the spirit of kudos (and acceptance of my own human failings in the ethics dept) I wish that evil leading man a similar disgusting end to his worldly existence.
You tell us here what monsters we all know we could be. Cold, harsh realism. Rarely revealed. A rare subject. Really deserving of it's place in my favourites.
thank you, Dusk
what a wonderful gesture of encouragement
and yes, it's rare that we choose to admit
that potential - within us
much easier, to point fingers and pretend
the bad are born that way
and are not present, in our everyday..
all we can do is cultivate:
'acceptance of *our own human failings'
and strive, to Be better
at every opportunity!
And hats off to the words that truly represent the present grief
Unfortunately the words had to describe the dark scenes
Those marginalised and harmed on streets
But I hope word could spread around
A crowd can gather with candles
Maybe the angels shall hear the war cries
And bring a stop to this disaster
Amen!
thank you, dear empathetic Poet
A picture so well painted in such superb use of our wonderful language.
thank you Michael
I have to admit, trying to portray
and emote my frustrated state
overtook, any artistic ambitions
for this seething rant of a write
but sometimes, that's ok
I think, lol
Fine words Mek and very true.
Andy
thank you, Andy
This poem is such a brutal reality of the civilization describing the thick layer of that sick mindset. I somewhere read why brothers and fathers are so protective because men don't even trust men, and it strikes firmly. Also, thank you for an appealing illustration of the ill-nature of the world that we associate with daily. The beauty of poesy!
'The beauty of poesy!'
I think
is in its innate capacity, to capture
our reality
with unwavering veracity
glaringly
and then, gift us hope - enough
to dream
of a future, where we can change
for the better!
(thank you
for inspiring these words
and realisation's, within me
dear Poet)
Just when I thought your previous poem had wowed me.
I'm probably on a lucky run?
just glad you enjoyed the read, thank you
for this encouraging comment
you've chosen to gift me
War the age old institution of mankind. So few species beside man incorporate war into their species. "They call it war crimes
when all it is
is barbaric, opportunism
by filthy beasts
draping their ill-intent
within war’s
despairing clouds
and crimson, rains!"
Such well said and vivid words and images. It seems that we ourselves are our own virus attacking our fellow men. A very emotional piece and so well said.
I really hate the term, 'war crime'
as-if during war, being a human
need not be held to the same standard
so we have 'elective' crimes of war
when they're the very same crimes
society abhors outside of war..
war's is just a staging
to empty all the rage and frustration
people live with everyday
some official in a suit, points a finger
and people revel at the chance
to unleash all their pent-up anger n malice
then
there's a few, true soldiers
brainwashed by their love form family
and way of life, to become mass murderers
assuming this
one
war
will solve all the problems for those
they choose to protect
by sullying their humanity
and a few years later, there go the war sirens
a new mirage enemy at the gates
and on
and on
..it's all so dispiritingly pathetic to contemplate
(every new election
all competing parties, must first
get their defence spending budgets
approved
by the pentagon and defence ministry
...
well, how can we stop the cycle
when
WAR IS BUSINESS!?
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