Weary of war, Ive taken to my bed & intend to stay there for the duration. Wary of words on that so sorry subject, (wars a misnomer, its 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 couldnt bear to hear one more military metaphor, assaults to sensitivity; ear-splitting explosions of violence leave me craving soothing silence. Im sick & tired of this sad sado macho.
Barely three years into the new millennium & its more of the same. The story of the 20th Century continued. HIS story, cos its 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 dont depend on launching missiles for my hard-on!)
Im done in with protesting with whistle & drum, the illusion of People Power on the streets, monitored by police. Ive been to the Die-in, black-armband mourning the innocent dead. Now, not ignorant, not blissfully, Ill lie-in instead. (OK, so John & Yoko got there first!)
If I go out again, perhaps Ill 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, Ive 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 & dont even know it.
War & Peace