of Chauvinist, heroic’s

L. B. Mek




is, catcalling

overbearingly domineering

archaic misogyny, idolising


fathers, husbands, brothers etc




running, to arm

their daughters, mothers, wives etc



they, know

what horrors, their fellow monsters

are capable



because, we all



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


  • Vamsi Sudha

    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 !!

    • L. B. Mek

      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

    • Hakikur Rahman

      You have spoken loudly against those repressions around the world. Very timely presentation.

      • L. B. Mek

        'very timely...' what a sobering thought
        that at Any time, these words
        are timely, for some corner of the world..
        thank you, dear poet

      • Katrina D

        If only we could stop war, I fear it is part of human nature. Thanks for sharing

        • L. B. Mek

          thank you and yes, we must
          Evolve, past
          those inherited weaknesses
          in our nature
          as we've done, before
          our Humanity, prevail...

        • Paul Bell

          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.

          • L. B. Mek

            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
            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...!

          • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

            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

          • Neville

            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 ..

            • L. B. Mek

              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!

            • dusk arising

              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.

              • L. B. Mek

                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!

              • spilleronsheet

                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

                • L. B. Mek

                  thank you, dear empathetic Poet

                • Michael Edwards

                  A picture so well painted in such superb use of our wonderful language.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    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

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Fine words Mek and very true.


                    • L. B. Mek

                      thank you, Andy

                    • bubblehead95

                      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!

                      • L. B. Mek

                        'The beauty of poesy!'
                        I think
                        is in its innate capacity, to capture
                        our reality
                        with unwavering veracity
                        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)

                      • chella

                        Just when I thought your previous poem had wowed me.

                        • L. B. Mek

                          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

                        • sorenbarrett

                          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.

                          • L. B. Mek

                            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
                            there's a few, true soldiers
                            brainwashed by their love form family
                            and way of life, to become mass murderers
                            assuming this
                            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
                            by the pentagon and defence ministry
                            well, how can we stop the cycle
                            WAR IS BUSINESS!?

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