A Voice Continues Still

Money

That’s it
The source of everyone’s survival
Money
Without it
You are prone to unmanageable distress
To hunger
To no survival pills
To no clothes to wear
To no sanctified place to live
To no doctor to save your luckless life
So what is left for you to do?
Pull a lever on a gaming machine?
Find a speedy horse to gamble on?
Join the luckless lottery crowd?
Pay a visit to the stock market?
Hock your grandfather’s gold watch?
No way!
They are deeds to make other people rich
Wake up! Look around you!
Follow the fashion if greed is your passion
Promote a bank
Practise law
Start a war
Become a lobby prone politician
That’s all you need to do
And the money will surge in your direction

A Rime of Ideas

Joy
Came first
It was so intense
I couldn’t believe you noticed me
Responded to my words
And then to my touch
Seemed interested in my future
And wonder of wonders
Wanted to be a loving part of it
Love
Came next
Something so deep
My world seemed transformed
I was king for a while
And you were my queen
In a realm so ordered and lovely
Where your only enemy was time
That finally struck a blow
Despair
Things happen
One thing brings change
To my pain you found another
A dalliance sans pity
You another’s queen
In a realm fazed and ugly
Where time was still a foe
Who never eased the anguish
End
Your sudden death
A pain unending for me
A separation forever
Existence never the same again
My world an abyss
A misprint of the past
Yet memory changes things
Lets you still be with me

The Loquacious Incubus

Ha! Just listen to you
Whenever you talk it is always soliloquy
Never a response to what was said to you
You ramble on
Like a ship without a rudder
And have one conscious aim:
A dark and solitary ambition
To glorify yourself
Your agenda is simple in your quest for ascendancy:
Condemn your opponents with lies
Drafted with vehement, satanic skill
To create an edifice of illusion
That beguiles your followers
Into a state of belligerent, worshipful obedience
You never make mistakes
Or at least confess to making them
You have no true friends
Those you tolerate are merely allies in deals
You strive obsessively for power
And will do anything to achieve it
You accuse others of cheating
Condemning a pattern of rivals’ deception
You find ways to traduce the law
Branding legitimate accusation as injustice
Status then is your fantasy
Mastery is the sole purpose of what you do
So watch your step
Beware of the consequences of what you are
Your name will not be mentioned here
But the whole world will know who you are

Words

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. Rudyard Kipling

They are crucial things, words
Pivotal
Decisive
Consequential
Like the sign at a crossroads
A poor choice
Gives you the wrong road to follow
It can cost you a job
Crucify a friendship
Lose an election
End a marriage
Start a war
In dramatic contrast
Well chosen words
Can make the world more liveable
Create love
Generate peace
Give rise to wisdom
Solve the most harmful problem
So where do you stand?
Are your words weapons?
Business tools?
Or simply statements of reality?
Do you lie and cheat in a quest for power
Or is trust an essential part of your life?
And what of these words
Those you have just given your precious time to?
Do they have the integrity of truth?
That is your joyous right and privilege to decide

A Last Hurrah

We are loyal to you whatever you do
Despite your wrongs we will stay true
Hurrah! Hurrah!
If you wage a war and beat tom-toms
We will stay true and supply the bombs
Hurrah! Hurrah!
When your missiles destroy a people’s domain
Though a Court condemns you we will abstain
Hurrah! Hurrah!
As people die in massive numbers
We’ll meekly deplore what war encumbers
Hurrah! Hurrah!
When for hostility you choose to avenge
We shall not decry your quest for revenge
Hurrah! Hurrah!
When voices declare you commit war crimes
We shall merely declare it a sign of the times
Hurrah! Hurrah!
When history judges your deplorable deeds
We shall write the text and say our heart bleeds
Hurrah! Hurrah!
O we take a posture censorious of sins
But at last now we find that in war no one wins
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

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