Poetry – War

There is something greatly wrong with our species. I think we are all psychotic.

Poetry – WAR

WAR

Wretchedly preparing for death

Arming themselves with Molotov Cocktails

Resigning themselves to horror

Wrestling land from the hands of patriots

Acting as brutal occupying forces

Rolling tanks across other peoples’ land

Welcoming invaders with fury

Attacking them with blind hate

Repelling advances with unleashed passion

Wondering why they were being lied to

Aghast at the reactions of the defenders

Reeling from the ferocity of the response

Wholeheartedly determined to fight or die

Aggressively throwing themselves into action

Raging with incandescent fury

Waging war with the lies of Putin

An army of confused conscripts

Reluctant to attack their friends

Opher 2.3.2022

There is nothing positive anyone can say about war.

The loss of life, destroyed lives, losses, injury, the permanent trauma, environmental catastrophe and cost.

War is run by madmen for power, for gain.

Everyone pays the price.

Those who wage war are monsters!!!

Poetry – War

War

War

                Madness of man

War

                Cycle of ruin

War

                Fire in the pan

War

                Trouble brewing

War

                Political chess

War

                People as pawns

War

                Terrible mess

War

                Locking horns

War

                Destruction, death

War

                Terror, horror

War

                Hell’s breath

War

                Steals tomorrow

Opher 22.2.2022

As we move to war in Ukraine we have to question the sanity of all mankind.

Greed, lust for power and this craving for violence permeate our being.

Civilisation??? A great idea!! Still a long way off.

Poetry – War

War.

Down the ages,

                Every race,

                                Every nation,

                                                Every tribe,

Has fought,

                Waged war,

                                And died.

History littered

                With forts,

                                Castles

                                                And citadels.

Graveyards

                Crammed

                                With crosses

                                                And tombs.

Nations bled dry

                By cost

                                Loss

                                                And defence.

Cities burnt,

                Pillaged,

                                Flattened

                                                And destroyed.

People tortured,

                Maimed,

                                Starved

                                                And traumatised.

Madness from a genetic flaw.

Opher 22.1.2022

There is no hope for us as a species. We are all imbued with this lust for violence, this yearning for power and greed for more.

Instead of love we are ensnared in hate, petty tribalism and a sense of superiority. We have to impose our views on others.

There is no hope.

Poetry – War

War

Eating ice-cream in Vietnam,

Belgian chocolate in Ypres;

Sipping beer on the Killing Fields of Cambodia –

A damn sight better than blood and screams.

Sitting in a deserted pillbox

Surveying the beauty of the beach and sea

Through an oblong slit;

Walking through a forest of majestic unbroken trees

In the woodland at Vicksburg

Where thirty seven thousand men were blown to bits.

Photographing butterflies and birds

On the flowers on the battlefield of Culloden

Where two thousand suffered

The agonies of slashing wounds or death.

A damn sight better than being pierced by steel,

Slashed, smashed and shattered.

Then Hiroshima, Dresden, the London Blitz, the Crusades

And Jihad – What was it all for?

The IRA, Black Panthers, Weathermen and Baader Meinhof  –

Who won?

Shrapnel, chlorine, uranium, steel, bombs, bullets, missiles, napalm, knives, swords, machetes and indoctrinated will.

War

What is it for?

Enemies become friends.

Time changes everything.

Passions cool.

Nothing is gained.

Agony, blood, sacrifice and early death.

Such a waste.

Standing on the scene of such terrible carnage

One is reminded of the stupidity, tragedy and uselessness.

War

What is it for?

Eating ice-cream in Vietnam where Agent Orange destroyed so much, twisted thousands of lives and created nothing but misery, I was struck by the pointlessness and waste.

I would rather be eating ice-cream and photographing flowers.

Opher 4.8.2016

War

There is nothing quite as stupid as humanity. History gives perspective to everything. To stand on a battlefield and look around one sees nothing but stupidity.

Culloden was a beautiful meadow full of grass, flowers and shrubs on which the birds and butterflies flitted. Back in 1746 two armies charged each other with blind hatred. They slashed with swords and hacked each other to death. They inflicted terrible injuries and horrendous agony. They were driven by patriotic passion.

Vicksburg was the battle that was a major blow to the Confederacy. Men were shot and blown to pieces. Limbs were blown off. The mud was sticky with blood.

Hiroshima melted people alive. People stumbled out of the city with their skin dragging behind them like grotesque shadows. They were half cooked alive.

Now ISIS is using medieval methods to kill slowly to inflict the greatest agony. They burn people in cages, slowly drown people, slice their heads off, bury them alive, crucify them and slowly crush them.

War. What is it for? Time robs all of these maniacs of their purpose. Today Vietnam is a tourist trap, Scotland is part of the UK, the USA is united and Japan is a friend from which we buy our cars and TVs.

Tomorrow ISIS will be a dim distant memory. They will be remembered with disbelief and disgust. All their obscene ambition will have been seen to be pointless.

All those wars; all that blood; all that agony – all pointless! There was nothing that could not have been sorted out through intelligence and humanity! Jaw jaw – not war war – as Churchill said!

There are no easy answers or quick fixes. War is the last resort!