War poem 7
Oh lord
I can't believe I'm bored
Already with this war
As it’s stored
With a destructive chord
On the dumb keyboard
in my mental ward
Am I floored
Out-soared, out-poured and
Out-gored already
Morally corrupted
– That no one can afford –
By this fake Voldemort?
War poem 6
So here’s my
No cry zone
Let’s deliver on Ronald Reagan’s off the cuff remark
And start bombing within five minutes
First off: the Kremlin bam bam bam
But he won’t be there oh no
Then: badaboom boom his private quarters
Although they must be vacant too ha ha
Finally, and relentlessly, – perversely so–,
The hole in the ground deep deep deep down
Where the bastard in command will be hiding
Let’s burn his wood, melt his steel, crush his concrete
Bam bam bam badaboom badaboom
Over and over and over again
Hello? Here’s the world’s not so gentle knocking
On your obsessed, reluctant KGB-skull
It seems to be the only way
To get a simple message across
S.T.O.P.
War poem (5)
My attempts to be of help to refugees and renegades,
Fighters and flighters, wounded and needy,
Hopefuls and desperates,
Have so far been futile, alas.
At a jam session in a whiskey bar last night
I met a young jazz musician
Who’d just picked up his sister from Kiev.
A silent, shy, dishwasher blonde girl
Holding her smartphone like a hand grenade.
She doesn’t speak English, he apologized.
Welcome to Amsterdam, I tried. (No smile.)
When I offered a round of drinks,
They gently albeit sternly declined.
Not once, I might add, but twice.
I guess this leaves me no other choice
Than to continue on the road not taken.
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War poem (4)
How many murders
Do a mass murderer
Make?
A mass murderer, it seems,
Should murder in the double digits,
Should murder massively,
Manifold, multifariously.
Although a dictator with a fondness for famine
Or a faulty fanaticism
Would not technically be murdering,
He is considered a mass murderer nevertheless.
A mass murderer with a preference
For children hospitals and maternity wards,
Is not necessarily a more massive or more murderous
Mass murderer, but still.
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