Sweet Melodies

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Sweet Melodies

They play sweet melodies

Inside the electric fences of Auschwitz.

An orchestra of inmates

Driven to excellence

By the threat of terror.

They serenade the prisoners

As they are marched to death

With joyful tunes of carnival

To breathe with their last breath.

Notes rise in the air

To mingle with the smoke;

Rising above the putrid stink

That dissipates all hope.

Opher – 27.12.2024

I wrote this while watching the tattooist of Auschwitz. An orchestra serenaded the newly arrived as they went to be sorted. A bunch of Nazi troopers watched, eager to execute any that failed to provide the right note. They projected a gay, jaunty melody. Behind them the chimneys belched smoke.

The Flaw

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The Flaw

There is a flaw

                At the core

                                Of the psychotic ape

Great pain

                In the brain

                                Of the fucked up primate.

Pleasure in agony;

Joy in destruction;

Pleasure in art;

Joy in construction.

The schizophrenic life;

Jekyll and Hyde strife;

Up and down, round and round;

Until we’re in the ground.

There is a break,

                Genetic mistake,

                                Genome of the ape.

Mutated code,

                Will explode

                                Every time we mate.

As we rampage

                In the cage

                                Of this planet.

Shit in our nest

                As we infest

                                This lump of granite.

Opher – 28.12.2024

I’ve thought long and hard about it. My conclusion is that we are too intelligent. We are always on the brink. We lurch towards insanity. Our supersized brains are at full capacity. We cannot handle the stress, constantly teetering on the edge. We topple into paranoia.

Humans are damaged goods.

We cannot cope with our own fragile minds. We’ve exceeded the bounds of sanity.

Our history demonstrates it clearly – violence, war, power, greed, betrayal, fear, hate, religion, division, defence, attack and insanity.

If the world was run on intelligence we wouldn’t have billionaires and starvation, war and crime; we’d have music, love, beauty, compassion and art. Paradise.

It is our damaged minds that create hell.

One of the strongest, most heartfelt, songs ever recorded!

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Buffy St Marie is a full-blooded Native American. She pours all her anger at how her people were mistreated into this song. This epic is one of the greatest!

This is a song that sends shivers through me every time I play it.

Never have the words run more true. At this time of the fascist corruption of Trump, Musk and the whole MAGA movement it is very true to say that My Country Tis Of Your People You’re Dying. All morality is being set aside, along with compassion and empathy. The environment is to be plundered. All that matters is greed and profit! America is a heartless business in which the bosses exploit the workforce. This is now the land of inequality, run by billionaires for billionaires. People conned, duped and fleeced. Profiteers run the media. Profiteers pour fake news and propaganda onto the internet. The social media has become the main method of control.

They spread fear, hate and division through mass of lies!

People are indeed killing anything good. The land of guns, hate and callousness. The land of destruction and gross exploitation. The poor and weak are dumped. The wealthy gloat.

It’s a land of racism, violence and shame.

Tis of your people you’re dying!

Youtbe Buffy St Marie My country – Search

Bing Videos

Nearly 2025 and living in the same barbaric world!

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You would think that by now, with our huge brains, we might have dreamed up a better world. But no. The same old barbaric thinking, same violence, same war, nastiness, cruelty, hate and vengeance. All that’s different is that we have bigger, nastier weapons! We can kill better!

Evolved? We’re going backwards!!

The Two Most Dangerous Immigrants!

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We all have our reasons

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We all have our reasons

We all have our reasons!

In the twilight of passion

They always make sense.

In the lucidity of day

They are revealed

As what they really are.

We all have our reasons

But

Rarely do they make sense!

Opher – 28.4.2024

The world is run by hormones not intellectual reason. We are powered by greed and lust for power. If there was intelligence behind governing we would not have countries, religions, nations, wars, inequality and starvation.

If we were run by intelligence the massive sums put into developing machinery designed to kill would be used to solve the world’s problems. In a world run by intelligence there would be no war, no poverty, no misogyny, no racism and no superstitious nonsense.

But we are tribal.

We blindly align ourselves to gods, to leaders, to ideologies, to patriotism, nationalism and destructive ideas. We create us and them out of nothing. We create fear, hatred and discrimination.

Our passions create monsters, unleash nightmares and cause great waves of death and destruction.

We all have our reasons.

Demons and Gods

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Demons and Gods

There’s a demon and a god

                An elf, ogre, dragon and a gnome,

All out of

                Our imagination.

We made them real,

Set them free,

                                To roam and rampage

All around our nation.

Sucked out of nothing,

                To terrify,

                                We placed gods in the sky,

To spread

                The all-time greatest lie.

To help us believe

                We live forever.

Created, not evolved

                And oh so very clever.

Unfortunately, it’s not true

                Another power game

To control

                Me and you.

Opher – 25.6.2022

As an antitheist I see religion as a power-structure. Right from its earliest inception in prehistory it gave power to the shaman.

The shaman communed with the spirits and brought back knowledge. Or did he?

The shaman created complex rituals and rites that gave belief and assurance to the tribe. Or did he?

The rain dances, hunting rituals, news from the afterlife – all just an elaborate hoax to gain power and control?

The most important person in the tribe – vying with the chief.

We created gods of suns, of rocks and trees. We created afterlives full of reward and punishment. The greatest crime was not to believe.

Religion preyed upon our fears – fear of death, fear of disease, fear of hunger, thirst and defeat. It offered answers to the eternal questions – what is this universe? What are we? What is reality? What is after death?

Religions came and went. Sacrifices were exacted. Blessings given.

When things went wrong it was always because the people had strayed from the path – time for more stringent worship. When things went right it was the power of prayer and ritual that appeased god.

Then came science to challenge superstition and explain the universe.

We discovered heaven was not above the sky. Hell was not below. The universe did not revolve around the earth. The sun was not a god.

But people are still superstitious. They need a crutch.

We need ritual and prayer. It’s a comfort.

Poetry – TV Evangelist

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TV Evangelist

With his hand upon the TV

He invokes Jesus and the scriptures,

Inviting the faithful followers

To join him in his raptures.

Fighting with the demons

He drives Covid from the sick.

All you have to do

Is present him with a cheque.

He drives in his limo

To his mansion on the hill.

Then to his waiting learjet

Servants tending to his will.

He wears the most expensive suits

And eats like a king.

In the business converting lost souls

Who’ll give him everything.

Preying on the stupid

Who all their lives did toil.

He’s the holy moly charlatan

The purveyor of snake oil.

Opher – 31.8.2020

It is quite incredible how these poor American fools have sent in their money to these charlatans and frauds and turned them into multimillionaires.

Talk about gullible.

But these people are positively dangerous. They are encouraging silly practices.

You don’t cure Covid through faith and certainly not by touching your TV screen and receiving the healing power from a snake-oil salesman who then asks for a handsome contribution.

Poetry – Feel The Hate

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Feel The Hate

I could feel the hate

                As we barrelled down the street.

Memories of Ivan and Mihail

Splattered on concrete.

Expecting to die.

                Flinching at every sound.

Bracing for the explosion

                To send me oblivion bound.

The old man came cycling around the corner

                He saw us up ahead.

I saw his terrified eyes.

                Pulled the trigger. He was dead.

Opher – 7.4.2022

I was watching on the news. There was a drone videoing as a cyclist was shot dead by the advancing Russians in Buccha. The street was littered with civilians they had shot.

I wondered why. What was the reason? Why indiscriminately kill civilians.

Poetry – My Existence is Questionable.

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My Existence is Questionable.

My existence is questionable.

                In a few billion years

                                No evidence will exist;

No bones,

                No fossils,

                                Not even an impression.

Nothing of my life

                Will be remembered

No word

                Of any poem

                                Remain.

Not even a whisper in the wind.

Every atom

                That ever sang in my blood

                                Sent a shock through my brain

Or supported me against the force of gravity

Will be free.

Some of me

                Will find its way to stars

                                To explode through galaxies.

Some of my atoms

                Might even incorporate themselves

                                Into another sentient being.

There may be other words.

Opher – 5.3.2022

How pointless everything really is. How inconsequential.

All our little lives, trivial pursuits, matters of life and death, war and power struggles, wealth and greed. Even the destruction of the entire planet is trivial compared to the immensity of the universe. Our whole galaxy is but a pinprick, a tiny speck.

All our gods, palaces, castles and cathedrals are worthless and insignificant.

Our thoughts, dreams, hopes and aspirations, our fears, worries, anxieties and traumas, our pleasures and pains – all melt into oblivion when death claims our memories.

Yet atoms are perpetual. That is marvellous!