Body Bags

Body Bags

They don’t look so tough in body bags,

                Chucked carelessly in mass graves,

                                Blown to smithereens

In splatters.

Reality is a far cry

                From the bravado and boasts

                                Posing with guns

                                                In arrogant scenes

                                                                Now in tatters.

Bravery and strength

                Do not repel bullets.

                                Where a shell lands

                                                Is down to luck.

Anyone can stand tall

                Pretend to be so macho

                                Aggressive talk and body pumps

Missiles don’t give a fuck.

Opher – 3.5.2022

All those young men signing up to go off and fight, so cocksure, but there’s nothing cool about fighting. The body bags are waiting. The missiles don’t care how tough you are. The mines will blow off your legs.

The world should have got past all that barbaric, primitive violence and stupidity. War is distilled terror and horror. Soldiers are pawns – nothing more!

Bravery is a farce. Neanderthal men are an embarrassment.

This is 2022.

Wars are never won.

War has become digital.

We are bombed by robots and targeted by computers.

Bravery and strength have been side-lined.

This is the modern age. Death is industrial.

Body Bags

Body Bags

Hundreds of body bags loaded onto planes;

                Billions of roubles explode;

Thousands of families tear apart their brains;

Psychotic masters unload.

Greed and power distort their world view

                As paranoia bites deep.

The dead are just numbers

                It won’t disturb their sleep.

Two million years of evolution

                And still we’re insane.

Five thousand years of civilisation

                Blown down the drain.

They sit inside their war room

                Plotting their games.

Throwing everlasting gloom

                As they stake their claims.

These are the madmen

                That we place in power –

Psychotic sad men

                Who turn the whole world sour!

As the body bags pile up

                We never seem to learn.

Sipping from the devil’s cup

                We watch the world burn.

Opher – 26.2.2022

It’s our own fault. We support this warmongering system. We place these narcissists, psychopaths and sociopaths in place. We demand action. We like ‘strong men’. We see things in black and white. We always think it is good to be strong.

We have a love of fascism.

We elect he likes of Trump, Bolsonaro, Putin and Johnson.

We like violence.

It’s time we really became civilised and stopped being primitive apes. It’s time we elected sane people!!

Poetry – Body Bags

Body Bags

They don’t look so tough in body bags,

                Chucked carelessly in mass graves,

                                Blown to smithereens

In splatters.

Reality is a far cry

                From the bravado and boasts

                                Posing with guns

                                                In arrogant scenes

                                                                Now in tatters.

Bravery and strength

                Do not repel bullets.

                                Where a shell lands

                                                Is down to luck.

Anyone can stand tall

                Pretend to be so macho

                                Aggressive talk and body pumps

Missiles don’t give a fuck.

Opher – 3.5.2022

All those young men signing up to go off and fight, so cocksure, but there’s nothing cool about fighting. The body bags are waiting. The missiles don’t care how tough you are. The mines will blow off your legs.

The world should have got past all that barbaric, primitive violence and stupidity. War is distilled terror and horror. Soldiers are pawns – nothing more!

Bravery is a farce. Neanderthal men are an embarrassment.

This is 2022. Wars are never won.