September 2017        

Poetry

The imperialist world order

Eoghan O’Neill

No sound, sight nor smell do we encounter
Away from the lands where they bring man’s thunder
Propaganda, intervention, mercenary spies
Where indiscriminate carnage falls from above
Humanity despairs as the West spreads lies
Wrapped in white helmets and perfect white doves
All to uphold the imperialist world order,
They are the real terrorists
Those makers of guns

Raging inferno the tower’s dark sparks
The numbers now not breathing kept under wraps
Value is exchanged and profit is extracted
Life had a price, not willing to be vacated
Crocodile tears hiding the deathly smiles,
of a political class whose policies brought coffins
All to uphold the imperialist world order,
They are the real terrorists
The billionaire allies

Deception, corruption, mistrust and confusion
Pulpits and printers, keyboards and anchors
Hymn sheets in order, the drumbeats sound first
Now news feeds and false reels
like minions disperse
To quench the unquenchable bloodsuckers’ thirst
And all to uphold the imperialist world order,
They are the real terrorists
The corporate media tycoons

But wait
Just wait
Something’s afoul
The orchestra is playing, but I don’t hear a sound
There’s no wind in the brass
And no strings for the bows
Yet the orchestra is in motion, fooling people in droves
This is a real trick, a sinister ploy
Of the ruling elite and their lackey allies
All to uphold the imperialist world order,
They are the real terrorists
The billionaire guys

The man in the van

Paul Doran

The man in the van, or is it the men in the van?
They seek destruction, drive, drive, drive, kill, kill, kill.
It doesn't matter who you are, Christian, Catholic, Muslim, Jew, dissenter or non-believer, they just don't care,
Drive, drive, drive, kill, kill, kill
We enjoy our day walking along Las Ramblas,
Holding hands, kissing, loving
Drive, drive, drive, kill, kill, kill
The killers in the van.

But who talks about the killers in the drones?
anonymous, flying the skies, killing thousands.

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