Once communist Russia was seen as the enemy, strange the way this expansionist tyranny is now the bees knees.
Putin gets his wish!
Putin, Brexit and Trump!
Sucking up to Putin and Xi – traitorous irony!
The Outrage continues!!
Then we’ll see fireworks!
Donald the Russian Saviour!
How many wars have we had to fight against totalitarian fascists like Trump, Oban, Putin, Melononi, Bolsonaro and Milei???
The First Victim of War
War poetry
The First Victim of War
We’re listening to the news
To find what we have in store.
Just a sanitised version –
Truth is always the first victim of war.
We’re told casualty numbers
So that we can keep the score.
We don’t know if we can trust them.
Truth is always the first victim of war.
The rich are still making money
As sanctions hit the poor.
All carefully hidden up;
Truth is always the first victim of war.
The sight of the broken victims
Touch us to the core,
But how much is propaganda?
Truth is always the first victim of war.
The horror of the war crimes
All civilised people deplore.
Are paraded before us
Truth is always the first victim of war.
It crystallises clearly
What it is that we stand for.
The truth we hold before us:
Truth is always the first victim of war.
Opher – 1.3.2022
I’m watching all the news with a critical eye. I am aware of the propaganda being poured forth on both sides.
The Russians are putting forward a view that their glorious soldiers are liberating enslaved Ukrainians who are living under a neo-Nazi regime.
We are seeing reports of Russian soldiers surrendering, refusing to fight and abandoning equipment.
We see the gallant citizens making Molotov cocktails and people flooding back into the country to fight the invader.
Russia tightens its grip and pounds civilian areas with cluster bombs and missiles.
War is nothing more than organised murder.
The truth?? Hard to see clearly in the fog of war.
Putin And Johnson
Putin And Johnson
Putin and Johnson
Will soon be dust.
Their crooked regimes
Will tumble and rust.
The pyramids
Will blow in the wind
Even the galaxy
Will cease to spin.
Nobody left
As the stars will go out
To wonder what
It was all about.
Opher – 25.6.2022
I’m going through one of my philosophical moods.
One short life.
We can waste it or live it.
Purpose that we create for ourselves.
We can do something positive or we can do nothing.
We can build or destroy.
We can care or hate.
We can look after the planet or be greedy vandals.
The only thing that matters is what we do in the moments that make up our lives. A positive force or a negative force. The moment is all we have. Nothing lasts.
When it is over it is gone.
