Weary of war, I’ve taken to my
bed & intend to stay there for the duration. Wary of words on that so sorry subject,
(war’s a misnomer, it’s illegal invasion), the plethora of euphemisms attempting
to disguise plug-ugly truth, parading of propaganda, blanket coverage a duvet of deceit,
concealing as it pretends to reveal, I couldn’t bear to hear one more military
metaphor, assaults to sensitivity; ear-splitting explosions of violence leave me craving
soothing silence. I’m sick & tired of this sad sado macho.
Barely three
years into the new millennium & it’s more of the same. The story of the 20th
Century continued. HIS story, ‘cos it’s still just a gang of ageing male
politicians intent on wreaking a last bit of death & destruction. It gives them a boner before rigor mortis, their
phallic, penetrating weaponry obscene compensation for their own sexual impotence.
I
surrender…(glad I don’t depend on launching missiles for my hard-on!)
I’m
done in with protesting with whistle & drum, the illusion of
People Power on the streets, monitored by police. I’ve been
to the Die-in, black-armband mourning the innocent dead.
Now, not ignorant, not blissfully, I’ll lie-in instead. (OK, so John & Yoko got there first!)
If I go out
again, perhaps I’ll contract the dreaded S.A.R.S. (how we love our
acronyms…L.O.L.!) Yes, best to stay in bed, to be on the safe side.
Embedded as
I am, I’ve probably fallen asleep & this is merely a nasty nightmare from which
the world will soon wake. But there are many, I fear, who are sleep-walking into a Hell
Realm & don’t even know it...
Davy King
Raving Reporter
War & Peace
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