Poetry – I Will Scream

I Will Scream

I will scream.

I will beg and implore.

And I will be hopelessly broken like most of the others.

I do not have the bravery to do otherwise.

I know the agony will melt my mind.

And I will tell you everything.

I will do anything to bring it to an end.

I will betray my friends and family –

Even my wife and children.

I will not be able to stop myself.

I know this.

My mind will shriek in white agony until it falls apart.

My terror will dissolve me.

I will be utterly destroyed.

I am no hero.

I do not have the strength of a hero.

I am much too weak and my imagination too strong.

But know this:

Through all that happens,

No matter how much I mean every word I shriek,

Every promise and betrayal,

There will be a tiny part of me

That will be forever

Resolved against you and all you stand for!

Opher 28.1.2016

I Will Scream

I am a writer, a blogger, an atheist free-thinker, a left-wing socialist, a trade unionist and an open critic of State and religion.All of those things would put me at the forefront of the people to be rounded up, tortured and ‘disappeared’.

Fortunately I live in England and that is not likely to happen – though the possibility always exists.

I have studied torture and I know I would not last long. I would do anything to make it stop.

But I also know that there would still remain a small part of me that would remain opposed to everything the fascist torturers stand for.

At this moment in time I am aware that there are hundreds, possibly thousands, of people undergoing the most terrible torture imaginable.

That is an indictment of all humanity.

My only hope is that we are slowly becoming more civilised and less barbaric and callous. Looking back through history, where cruelty and the most obscene tortures were common, it is possible to discern an improvement. Even taking into account the inhuman behaviour of ISIS we can detect a universal improvement. Perhaps one day our species might evolve into a caring, compassionate kind. Hopefully that will happen before we destroy the whole planet.

Until then I shall stand against all abhorrent behaviour.

Poetry – Following Orders

Following Orders

Just following orders

In their crisp uniforms.

For a career and a paycheque

They’d sell their vey souls.

Without mindless goons

Doing what they’re told,

Obeying all commands,

Carrying out their roles.

No tyrant can hold power,

No despot gain control,

No fascist power

Can ever reach its goal.

Just following orders.

Opher 29.1.2021

Everywhere I look around the world I see evil people and draconian laws being propped up by a bunch of faceless riot soldiers in helmets and body armour, clutching guns and batons, firing tear gas and water cannon, firing bullets, beating people senseless.

Everywhere I look they are dragging off bloodied protestors into trucks, into jails, into torture chambers and graves.

They put on their uniforms and lose their minds.

Fela Kuti called them zombies.

They are worse than that – I think they enjoy the power, the freedom to be brutal.

Every dictator is dependent on their armies of goons – just following orders.

Poetry – Pinochet

Pinochet

When a dictator speaks

Everyone takes notes

But does it pay?

Pinochet?

When a torturer

Applies the leads

Everyone

Concedes

But can you make it pay?

Pinochet?

If I had my say

It’s as clear as day

There’s no way

You could make it pay

Pinochet.

When a murderer

Uses a bucket of shit

And holds your head

Under it

On your say

Pinochet

Can you live with it

That way?

Opher 4.9.99

This is a poem that suggests that we should bring all the world leaders who have practiced war, genocide and torture to justice.

Nobody should be immune from justice. The tyrants and torturers should be hunted down and put on trial for their crimes.

The United Nations should be the world court. The charter of Human Rights should be sacrosanct.  No exceptions.

Pinochet was put in place by the CIA. They overthrew the elected government of Allende because they considered it too socialist. Pinochet proceeded to arrest, torture and execute all who stood against him or offered criticism, including the Folk Singer Victor Jara who was brutally tortured.

Pinochet was supported by Thatcher. He should have been put on trial and locked up.

There are thousands of similar tyrants and torturers who need to be brought to justice. There should not be anywhere safe for them to hide.

My one hope was that their conscience must plague them. They are human. No matter how desensitised they become, no matter how justified they feel, there must be a small voice that needles them with the shrieks of the tortured.

On those dark nights do they have nightmares? Can they ever be happy? Does it ever pay?

That’s what I put in this poem.