Some Serious Thoughts

Gaslighting

Getting control by menacing means
Manipulation
By sowing self doubt in your victims’ minds
Inventing weaknesses
Revealing false trends
Telling a story
That is harmfully untrue
Such a neat trick, isn’t it?
You win
At the cost of your targets’ self respect
Mere suggestions
Cunningly devised
To create uncertainty
Are brain missiles
Fostered by your calculating id
So rant on in your way Caesar
Or are you Hitler?
Or a present day neocon in charge?
You spread your influence
With your scheming, crafty, calculating words
How remarkable you are!
Just look at the losers you have destroyed
Shrinking violets
Pale,
Insignificant, and no longer a threat to your dominant demesne
Or your bullying, destructive ego
Thus your deception comes into play
Twisted references to imaginary frailties
Devised by a callous persona for its own ends
Yes
A triumph of cunning
A cruel, one-sided discussion
That ends in infamy
The word-demon
Hovers
Then strikes
To terminate vulnerable self-respect
So easily damaged by ruthless, belligerent psyches
And thus the gas is lit

Ares Begone

Ares* is a hell-hound
He feeds on little children
Brings them death
And old folks too
Meat for a dog’s breakfast
See how they die
So many
Amidst the rubble of that star-crossed land
Watch them carefully
Those victims of inhumanity
Those pawns in a deadly chess event
That has no end game
No limit to the killing
Only screams and tears
From the kin of the dead
But heed this now
Unless you change
You who destroy and kill
Because it saves time
And avoids the tedium of a peace conference
Or because you commit crimes
That lead to dissent
And want to keep on doing them
Or because your own status is flimsy
And you want to stay in command
At length you will find war a deadly final thing
A blot on your fiery escutcheon
Your wanton destruction
Is a sign of weakness
That leads to the ultimate conclusion:
Debasement for you
So learn this now
There is a better way:
Grace
Attains
Zeniths of power
As you resort to peace

*Ares was the ancient Greek god of war.

Alien To Me

Foreigners are poisoning our land
That is your way of putting it
To sway the hoi polloi racists
Stir the political pot and bring you votes
It’s a potent strategy
Been done before by totalitarians
Well known figures
Who dreamed of power that lasts a thousand years
So gather around you your xenophobes
Shake your fists in the air
Flaunt your banners as you march down the street
Cry out that you heed the message
Protest against the invasion of your land
Who cares about truth?
What has that to do with political expediency?
Who cares about justice?
What has that to do with self-interest legislation?
Who cares about compassion?
What has that to do with absolutism?
So they swallow your words and vote you in
Give you their support at the next election
And it shall follow as the night the day
All the dupes will love to hear what you say
Arise you pure white champions
Seize control of our unpolluted destiny
And curse the taint of elsewhere
Now and forever more
Harm men

War

Alexander The Great fought in Persia
Many thousands died
Alexander was a warrior, way hey ah
Tsar Nicholas fought in the Crimea
Many thousands died
Nicholas was a warrior, way hey ah
Potiorek* fought in Serbia
Many millions died
Potiorek was a warrior, way hey ah
Churchill fought in Gallipoli
Many thousands died
Churchill was a warrior, way hey ah
Hitler fought in Poland
Many millions died
Hitler was a warrior, way hey ah
Johnson fought in Vietnam
Many thousands died
Johnson was a warrior, way hey ah
G H Bush fought in the Gulf
Many thousands died
G H Bush was a warrior, way hey ah
G W** fought in Afghanistan
Many thousands died
G W was a warrior, way hey ah
G W fought in Iraq
Many thousands died
G W was a warrior, way hey ah

Satan fought in Heaven
Many angels died***
Satan was a warrior, way hey ah

*Oskar Potiorek led the Austro-Hungarian forces invading Serbia in 1914 to start World War 1.

**G W Bush

***This is a reference to Milton’s Paradise Lost. Bad angels didn’t die.They lost and went to Hell.

Peace

How dare you demonstrate for peace
March in line with banners waving
Wearing pacifist symbols on your clothes
Don’t you know our way of life is threatened?
If we don’t kill those children and old folk
Our corporate identity will be shattered
All that we hold dear
That has grown through the ages
Especially our economic reality
Will face irretrievable harm
This enemy we have found is aware of all we hold dear
Our lifestyle, our customs, our business front
Yes
He is a threat to our very existence
So hear this now
Turn away from your chasm of pacifism
Cast aside your weak, trivial demeanour
Your vulnerable persona
Your frailty
Your shakiness
Your Achilles heel
End forever your plaintive cries of weakness
Your whimpering, wistful utopianism
Your cowardly eccentricity
Gird your loins
Awaken to reality
Join forces with the real world
And fight!

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