On The Brink

On The Brink

On the brink of a nuclear holocaust

                Dangling

                With the promise

                                Of assured mutual destruction.

The apes are insane.

                Consumed with the madness of paranoia

                                Tinged with lust for power

                                                As Putin dishes out instruction.

He’d rather wipe out humanity

                Turn the planet into ash,

                                A glowing ember,

Than lose face.

With his hypersonic

                Ballistic missiles

                                Throwing the whole world

                                                Into yet another arms race.

Forget about poverty,

                Global warming and biodiversity

                                We’ll deal with them another day.

                                                This is about pride.

Who cares about the future?

                Who cares about the billions?

                                Who cares at all?

                                                Just cast all sense aside.

We dangle on the brink of oblivion,

                Waiting for Putin to bring it on.

Opher – 2.4.2022

I am old enough to have lived through the Cuban Missile Crisis when we hung on the edge of nuclear catastrophe. I remember going into school not knowing if I would live to see home again. Hiding under our desks was never likely to work, was it? All day we listened to the news on our portable trannies. The Russians ducked out at the very last minute. We lived.

I have visited the underground bunkers with all their strategic planning. Places where our masters would sit it out while we fried. They spent billions on them. There were bolt-holes under parliament, Buckinghan Palace and country hall – miles down. They were preparing for the holocaust. The holocaust was very real. Not that they wanted us to really know the extent. We were expendable.

For people like Putin the whole planet is expendable.

Power and Fear

Power and Fear

Power and fear

                The only game in town.

Terror and death

                When the chips are down.

Nobody matters.

                A numbers game.

Winning and losing

                In the arena of shame.

Unleashing war;

                A battle of wits.

Collateral damage

                Where the missile hits.

Nothing matters

                But power and wealth.

Brutal terror

                Or intrigue and stealth.

Games of power;

                Win at all cost.

Cities into rubble;

                Nuclear holocaust.

Opher – 16.3.2022

In among these games of power ordinary people are like ants trampled under hobnail boots – of little consideration.

Civilisation is a transparent film over a reality that has not changed through the centuries. Technology has merely altered the size of the chips. There is more to lose.

Political games are played out over a global stage. The powerful vie for position, people and cities are mere bargaining chips as they up the ante.

Power is a strong drug.

Wealth is another.

The whole of history has been the tale of selfishness and greed.

Civilisation is an illusion.

Human being could build a world of beauty and fulfilment for all. But some want it all. They are prepared to destroy it all so that they can have what they want.

Power and wealth has no room for wisdom or compassion.

Putin and NATO

Putin and NATO

Fast on the trigger.

                Face off on Main Street

                                Eyes narrowed

                                                Quick on their feet.

Safe in their bunkers

                Button under thumb

                                One press of the finger

                                                Death for everyone.

Defender of the people

                Totalitarian control

                                Oppression reigns

                                                Secret police patrol.

Feigning democracy

                But the elite pull the strings

                                Western democracy

                                                With faceless kings.

World War Three

                Knocks at the door

                                One single twitch

                                                They’ll dispense with the poor.

Opher – 16.3.2022

If there is another nuclear holocaust you can bet that the wealthy elite will either be far away from the action or safe way underground.

Who will be incinerated?

Today’s Music to keep me IiiinnnNSsAAanNNNEE – Barry McGuire – Eve of Destruction

It might be Sloan and McGuire jumping on the protest bandwagon created by Dylan but it is a song which still has a lot of pertinence fifty five years later.

This world is still exploding!

What a stupid, violent species we are!

We’re still teetering on the edge of a nuclear holocaust.

Are we completely mad??

Poetry – On The Brink

On The Brink

On the brink of a nuclear holocaust

                Dangling

                With the promise

                                Of assured mutual destruction.

The apes are insane.

                Consumed with the madness of paranoia

                                Tinged with lust for power

                                                As Putin dishes out instruction.

He’d rather wipe out humanity

                Turn the planet into ash,

                                A glowing ember,

Than lose face.

With his hypersonic

                Ballistic missiles

                                Throwing the whole world

                                                Into yet another arms race.

Forget about poverty,

                Global warming and biodiversity

                                We’ll deal with them another day.

                                                This is about pride.

Who cares about the future?

                Who cares about the billions?

                                Who cares at all?

                                                Just cast all sense aside.

We dangle on the brink of oblivion,

                Waiting for Putin to bring it on.

Opher – 2.4.2022

I am old enough to have lived through the Cuban Missile Crisis when we hung on the edge of nuclear catastrophe. I remember going into school not knowing if I would live to see home again. Hiding under our desks was never likely to work, was it? All day we listened to the news on our portable trannies. The Russians ducked out at the very last minute. We lived.

I have visited the underground bunkers with all their strategic planning. Places where our masters would sit it out while we fried. They spent billions on them. There were bolt-holes under parliament, Buckinghan Palace and country hall – miles down. They were preparing for the holocaust. The holocaust was very real. Not that they wanted us to really know the extent. We were expendable.

For people like Putin the whole planet is expendable.

Poetry – Putin and NATO

Putin and NATO

Fast on the trigger.

                Face off on Main Street

                                Eyes narrowed

                                                Quick on their feet.

Safe in their bunkers

                Button under thumb

                                One press of the finger

                                                Death for everyone.

Defender of the people

                Totalitarian control

                                Oppression reigns

                                                Secret police patrol.

Feigning democracy

                But the elite pull the strings

                                Western democracy

                                                With faceless kings.

World War Three

                Knocks at the door

                                One single twitch

                                                They’ll dispense with the poor.

Opher – 16.3.2022

If there is another nuclear holocaust you can bet that the wealthy elite will either be far away from the action or safe way underground.

Who will be incinerated?

Decisions – A Short Story

Decisions

Joe Biden stood at the window, frowning, hands clasped behind his back, eyes watching the anti-war demonstration in front of the Whitehouse, but brain not engaged. Deep in thought.

The Ukraine situation was delicately poised. One false move now could easily provoke World War Three. These decisions were all knife-edged. Should he have announced that they would not involve themselves militarily? Should he have refused to pass on those Polish planes or enforce a no-fly zone?

Putin had threatened a nuclear holocaust. Instead of a rapier thrust and installing of a puppet regime he had a war of attrition. The costs were enormous, not just in tanks, planes, roubles and soldiers, but in credibility. They were being humiliated. Russia was bankrupt – a pariah state.

Yet there was still that enormous nuclear arsenal and a cornered beast was at his most dangerous.

The switchboard woke him from his reverie. ‘I have Kamala here for you.’

‘Send her in.’

Kamala strode in looking tense and business-like. Without asking, she purposefully sat herself at the table.

Joe, seeing this was formal joined her, leaning forward, fingers interlaced. His blue eyes locked with her brown eyes and the unspoken question was written on his face. What was this about?

Kamala nervously ran her tongue over her lips, took a deep breath and steadied herself. ‘I’ve just come from a meeting with Lloyd Austin and Avril Haynes.’ She tensed, waiting for him to catch on. ‘Avril says they have finally achieved it.’ Her eyes were steady and piercing.

Joe slowly sat back into his seat and his hands slid into his lap. He knew what this was about.

‘This is it,’ Kamala said quietly.

‘Is she certain?’ He asked. ‘Every sub, every plane, every mobile launcher?’

She nodded, her eyes not leaving his.

‘Our operatives have successfully secreted a location device on every nuke the Russians have.’

Joe took a long deep breath. He could feel his heart racing. This was a moment that he had hoped would never come. His mind was clear.

‘Is she sure they will work?’

‘We’ve tested them repeatedly. When the satellites activate them they will work. We haven’t had a single failure.’

He required that reassurance. ‘What does Lloyd say?’

Kamala paused, pursed her lips and set her face in a stern mask. ‘Lloyd says we are ready to go. We have sufficient cruise missiles deployed to take them all out. We have a window of opportunity.’

Joe raised his hands to his chest, considered for a full minute.

He rose, walked the short distance to his desk and punched the intercom. ‘Call a full cabinet meeting. The war room. Now.’

They were all gathered. The room was full of conversation. All, apart from Lloyd Austin, Defence secretary, and Avril Haynes, Intelligence, were speculating on what this was about.

Kamala took her seat. Joe walked in with slow deliberate steps and placed his hands on the long table.

There was an expectant silence.

‘Will you be quiet please?’

Opher – 16.3.2022

Poetry – The Future is Uncertain

The Future is Uncertain

The future is uncertain,

                It hinges on a few men’s actions.

Tribal humanity has a tendency

To align itself in factions.

The truth is glimpsed through shuttered eyes –

                Only seen in fractions.

Our decisions are influenced by bias

                Geared to altering our reactions.

We are constantly manipulated

                And deflected with distractions.

News is a form of control.

What will those few men decide?

Whatever they choose

The repercussions are world-wide.

Different tribes

Conform to what view has been applied.

Opher – 12.3.2022

The reality is that the elite of the vying tribes decide what action to take. It’s a gamble, a game of power politics.

We are informed later.

They then use the might of the media to tell us what to think.

The product of their games is a world in which a small elite flourish while the majority fight for a reasonable standard of life and most fail.

War can be very profitable for some.

Misery is not even factored in.

A nuclear holocaust? A massive humanitarian crisis? A victory at any cost? Who pays the price?

Putin has made a huge mistake! The whole world is ganging up against him now (almost).

Bogged down, huge casualties, tanks blown up, planes shot down, blowing up hospitals and schools, killing civilians, war crimes, spreading lies, misinformation and conspiracy as bad as Trump, losing Generals.

And our contribution? All mouth as usual. Named a few oligarchs (less than anyone), given them plenty of warning to get out, taken their money, and doing as little as possible to help Ukrainian refugees! Doesn’t it make you feel ashamed?

What will happen now?? Escalation? Nuclear war? Chemical war? Or capitulation??

I reckon a face-saving compromise!!