Why?

Why?

Why?

Is it the same every time?

Why?

The bodies in the streets?

Why?

The rape, torture and looting?

Why?

The wanton destruction?

Young men with licence to kill.

                Terrified out of their wits.

                                Full of bravado.

Beyond the law.

                Without restrictions.

                                Witnessing horror.

Familiar with death.

                Exacting revenge.

                                Following orders.

Why?

Are human minds so fragile?

Why?

They break into a million shards?

Why?

They release their demons?

Why?

They tear the world to shreds?

Opher – 5.4.2022

These young men are ordered into hell. They witness death close up. They see their comrades wounded and killed.

Directed to kill, trained to be emotionally cold. Freed of all morality. Full of terror and revenge. Told of the evils of the enemy. Full of propaganda.

A human mind can only stand so much. Minds are fragile. They break. Minds cannot stand this type of trauma.

War destroys everyone from the emotional suppression, the traumatised madness and the violent behaviour.

It’s no wonder that so many soldiers take their own lives.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Is it the same every time?

Why?

The bodies in the streets?

Why?

The rape, torture and looting?

Why?

The wanton destruction?

Young men with licence to kill.

                Terrified out of their wits.

                                Full of bravado.

Beyond the law.

                Without restrictions.

                                Witnessing horror.

Familiar with death.

                Exacting revenge.

                                Following orders.

Why?

Are human minds so fragile?

Why?

They break into a million shards?

Why?

They release their demons?

Why?

They tear the world to shreds?

Opher – 5.4.2022

These young men are ordered into hell. They witness death close up. They see their comrades wounded and killed.

Directed to kill, trained to be emotionally cold. Freed of all morality. Full of terror and revenge. Told of the evils of the enemy. Full of propaganda.

A human mind can only stand so much. Minds are fragile. They break. Minds cannot stand this type of trauma.

War destroys everyone from the emotional suppression, the traumatised madness and the violent behaviour.

It’s no wonder that so many soldiers take their own lives.

Why are you Here?

Why are you Here?

Why are you here

                My green-eyed girl?

To travel around

                And give it a whirl;

To think and to see

                To love and to find;

To give it my all

                And leave nothing behind.

Opher 3.12.2021

A brief interlude in the midst of nothing.

You just get started, figure out what it’s about, and it’s over.

Poetry – How? Why? What? And Who?

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How? Why? What? And Who?

I am always intrigued by the workings of my mind – where do the thoughts originate? How do words form in my head and find their way to my tongue? I am always afraid that when I speak publically the words will cease to present themselves, my head will be empty, and I will dry up.

It is a process that I am not in control of.

I do not like not being in control of it. Yet it usually seems to work very well. It is only the fear that holds me back.

I am also intrigued by the idea of personality. Is there something intrinsic to each one of us? Or are we nothing more that the products of our culture, upbringing and experience? What is the essence of ourselves?

What is it that makes me hold back from joining in with this society? Why do I not wish to fit in? Life would be easy. It can be easier if you conform. Yet I find myself questioning the morality and motives of our leaders. I do not trust them. I do not wish to be part of this machine of modern society. I do not trust this relentless progress towards apocalypse.

I hold a lot of things dear. I do not know why I have a leaning towards those values, attitudes and feelings. I find many experiences pleasurable and get intensely upset by other things. Why do I find the destruction of the natural environment and slaughter of our wild-life so distressing? Why are so many others quite happy to inflict pain on animals and gain immense pleasure out of doing so?

Something has made me care and others not.

Something has made me wish to do something about injustice while others merely seek to exploit any weakness for their own gain.

I am the person I am. I do not know how I became that person. Was it genetic? Or was it the life I have led?

I live. I dream. I try. I die.

How? Why? What? And Who?

 

How do I think?

How do I speak?

Where do the words originate

From those I choose to seek?

 

Why do I question?

Why do I try?

Why do I believe

The whole world

Is one big lie?

 

What gives me pleasure?

What causes pain?

What makes some men

Live for nothing more

Than selfish gain?

 

Who is this person?

That I think of as I?

What makes me tick?

And when will I die?

 

Opher 29.1.2016

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