Mugged in Broad Daylight!

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Yet in France it has only gone up 4%

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!

Poetry – Let’s escape!

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Let’s escape!

Let’s escape from war!!

Down the humanitarian corridor!

Away from the threats we all deplore!

To the peace we had before!

But peace is an illusion.

                Reality is confusion.

The warlord’s solution –

                Inevitable conclusion.

Let’s escape from war!!

Down the humanitarian corridor!

Away from the threats we all deplore!

To the peace we had before!

Power and control

                Is their only goal.

Through war and begging bowl

                They take their toll.

Let’s escape from war!!

Down the humanitarian corridor!

Away from the threats we all deplore!

To the peace we had before!

There is no escape

                They have us by the nape,

Use bomb and rape

                Create their own landscape.

Let’s escape from war!!

Down the humanitarian corridor!

Away from the threats we all deplore!

To the peace we had before!

Nostalgic dreams ……..

Opher – 7.3.2022

Has the world ever been without war? I don’t think so. It’s an endless cycle.

Just because it has been in Chechnya, Syria, Somalia, Yemen, Myanmar, Eritrea, has meant that we can gloss over it, but it has never gone away.

The powerful elite, or those aspiring, have been vying to control, suppress, oppress and exert.

Through politics, religion and the promise of social change and justice, there are always those who will rouse others, or direct their followers towards violence.

We’ve never know peace.

The powerful and wealthy seek more power, more control and more wealth.

They’ll never have enough.

Poetry – Rubble to Rubble

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Rubble to Rubble

Rubble to rubble,

Dust to dust,

Nothing survives,

Especially the just.

When the man decides

To clench his fist

It becomes impossible

To resist.

Rubble and dust

Rubble and dust.

The whole world runs on greed and lust.

A game of power;

Flex of meat;

Callously cruel;

Shrapnel and heat

Putin’s gamble;

Existential threat;

Where’s it going?

Place your bet!!

Rubble and dust

Rubble and dust.

The whole world runs on greed and lust.

Opher 5.3.2022

Power is corruption.

Putin lives in his palace with full control of millions. His generals quake before him. The Czars of the past would have recognised him as one of theirs.

Yet power and greed have no limits.

Paranoia builds.

There is always a threat. Lots of similar psychotic minds want what he has.

Do not fool yourself that it is any different where you live. Trump, Johnson, Modi or Erdogan, Bolsonaro or Macron; they are part of the same elite, tools and puppets with power.

Power corrupts.

They want more!!

Poetry – Freedom is infectious

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Freedom is infectious

Putin and his oligarchs are in control

They claim the right to direct us.

Same with Johnson, Trump and the elite

They claim to protect us.

But freedom is infectious.

Stand against the establishment machine

They claim that we are reckless.

They bleed us dry, laugh and sigh

Then kick us in the solar plexus.

But freedom is infectious.

Ukraine, Russia or the USA

The people’s spirit connect us

That elite is just the same

They never respect us

But freedom is infectious.

But freedom is infectious.

Freedom is infectious.

Opher – 7.3.2022

The real war is the one that has raged down the centuries – between the ones who are in control and the rest of us.

In primitive times it was the chief and shaman who held the power, had their pick of everything, lived in plenty and presided.

As ‘civilisation’ grew, kings, princes and robber barons, Bishops, Popes and Sheikh, lived in their palaces while the majority lived in hovels.

The powerful took from the poor until they had more than they could ever use. Ostentation lived beside poverty and death.

It still does.

The superyachts crowd the marinas while beggars starve in the streets.

That is the real war.

Whether it is the billionaire Trump, the greedy Tories or Putin and the oligarchs; they are all part of the same problem – gross inequality.

It’s time we ‘civilised’ people created a freer, more equal society – a global society without tribes and war.

Poetry – War

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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 – Build Them Up

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Build Them Up

Build them up

                Knock them down

Village, city

                House and town

Human beings

                Primitive apes

Psychotic minds

                No escapes

Huge expense

                Complete waste

Madness reigns

                Dangers faced

Shells fired

                Bombs dropped

Bullets fly

                Insults swapped

Lies spoken

                Power struggle

Lives lost

                Families broken

Build them up

                Knock them down

Village, city

                House and town

Opher 22.2.2022

There is a major flaw in human nature. We are forever at war. We always think it’s the easy solution. We have to assert ourselves violently.

We elect belligerent leaders.

We like inflicting pain.

We think violence is alright.

Periodically we destroy each other and ourselves.

Just think what a world we could build if all the money spent on this endless war machine was spent on education and eradicating poverty. Just think.

This is madness.

There is no excuse.

This is really madness.

We build things up and we destroy them.

We terrify each other and traumatise generations.

There can be no excuse.

It is madness.

Poetry – The Tactics

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The Tactics

Religion,

                Politics and promises.

Deployed,

                Ensnared and baited.

To trap us in the yoke of belief.

Answers,

                Enveloped in dogma,

Tribal

                Differences exaggerated

To keep us buried underneath.

Opher 22.1.2022

The establishment is cunning. They want to hang on to their wealth and power.

They have used religion – promises of utopia – always in the future – as long as you behave, work hard, live clean.

Politics – with promises of equality, levelling up and a far better future, that never materialises.

Always the situation remains the same.

Even after a revolution, it installs a new hierarchy that rarely touches the real masters.

Poetry – Down The Ages

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Down The Ages

Down the ages,

                A battle for power,

                                Church and state.

Threats,

                Promises

                                And propaganda.

Caught in the middle,

                Manipulated,

                                Controlled,

                                                Exploited –

US.

Opher 23.1.2021

Just imagine if a fraction of all the wealth appropriated by the state and religion was divvied out to the people?

Everyone could live a life of quality.

Throughout the ages the greedy, power-mad elite in church and state, in a lust for even more, have robbed the poor and created war after war.

These people were supposed to have our interests at the centre of everything they did.

Their selfishness and greed shines through history leaving misery and destruction in their wake.

Same today – nothing changes.

Poetry – Layers

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Layers

Beneath the layers of the mundane

                Lie a multitude of others.

Levels of intrigue,

                Layers of lies,

                                Echelons of power.

Buffeted on waves.

                Ordinary life an illusion.

Stability

                A chimera.

We live a lie we believe.

                The invisible power struggle go on unseen.

Bacteria floating on a thin skin over a cauldron of lava.

The cynical underworld,

                Covert operations,

                                Manipulations of the state.

                                                Power games.

Black ops,

                Lawlessless.

                                Tyranny and control.

Civilisation a veneer.

                Pursuing the ordinary

In an illusory stability.

                Reality is more sinister!

Opher – 18.1.2022

We live a precarious existence; fragile creatures on the thin skin of the earth’s crust. Underneath us is an ocean of molten lava.

That crust splits, tears, erupts and shifts pouring forth fire, shaking the world apart and creating tsunamis.

The fault lines are not merely physical.

As we eat our Weetabix and prepare to pick up the newspaper gangsters are running protection rackets, planning raids, extorting, pimping, dealing and killing in a billion dollar industries.

Political and religious terrorists are plotting, The CIA, police and covert groups are running operations.

Governments are deploying tactics, troops and undercover operations.

We live ‘normal’ lives in the midst of vast power and intrigue.