Emotion Recollected

No Sunsets Or Rainbows

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
 
From the sonnet “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus, on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty.
 
Strange, O so strange
I want to write a poem
To put pen to paper
Or rather finger to keyboard
To let the ideas flow
Seeking kindness beauty or love as subject matter
But nothing happens
Instead
My mind is riven by something else
And I have to write about it
Please forgive me
It’s Gaza
Do you know what I mean?
Children dying
Old folk crying
Bent politicians lying
It all intrudes into my mind never to leave me
How can I not think about imposed starvation
Mass destruction in densely populated areas
Deliberate killing of innocents seeking food
Obliterated hospitals
Assassination of doctors
Calculated onslaughts on universities
Slaughter of journalists
Mindless killing of social workers
Targets with no evidence of military significance
Ruthlessly chosen by artificial intelligence
Mass-casualty air strikes on refugee camps?
Who is responsible for all of this?
Just look at him
Do you see him?
Yes, there he is
Unmistakeable
Notice the blood on his hands
Lies at his fingertips
Anger in his voice
Guilt in his demeanour
Do you know his name?
Of course you do

On Refugees And Immigrants

Collective fear stimulates herd instinct, and tends to produce ferocity toward those who are not regarded as members of the herd. Bertrand Russel

A new age has dawned
Lost souls now are not to be pitied
But feared
And resented
Because they are different
Difference is so uncomfortable to the chosen few
Who must scheme to drive them away
As intrusive wanderers
They must be banished from our chosen land
So march and wave hurtful posters of contempt
Look at that vociferous person leading the rally
Here unnamed because you know her
You have heard her many witless words
Concocted by a brain allergic to thinking
Observe her vehemence
Her demonstrative way-leading anger
Notice her triumphant demeanour
Because she is paid homage by a mindless mob
Devilish disciples
Who cheer her, revere her, and smear her
With the grease of poisonous popularity
So begone migrants whose crime is to be different
Get thee to a rewarding refuge you vile intruders
Any inimical place will do, primed for payment
A counterfeit asylum
Where payola is the yardstick of action
Where asylum becomes a subterfuge
A trickery, a craftiness, a cunning sophistry
And racists cover their tracks

Old King Grump

Old King Grump
Was a crafty old lump
A crafty old lump was he
He loved to fiddle and do a diddle
And was filled with pernicious glee
From his early days he longed for praise
And spread the word he’s exceptional
But upon my word that was quite absurd
He was clearly most deceptional
Before he was King he was a thief
And stole the Queen’s jam gateaus
When apprehended he bent the law
Making judges fall from their plateaus
Yes Old King Grump
Was known for the thump
He applied to every rival
He made his courtiers obey his commands
As a deed to ensure their survival
But the trouble came
When Grump sought fame
With lies about each achievement
All that he said so fictitious and vicious
Left the people with a sense of bereavement
Despite his crimes
Described in these rhymes
Grump increased his authority
His cunning lies were a good disguise
With lucre his clear priority
O great was each wrong and stark the dire solution
But thank Heavens above in a ruse of time
Such behaviour leads to a revolution

Yes things went wrong for King Grump one day
Do Da, Do Da
As trouble in his Kingdom came into play
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
A clever lawyer put his pants on fire
Do Da, Do Da
By proving to the world Grump was a liar
By proving to the world Grump was a liar
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

Like a fool Grump stayed underhand
Do Da, Do Da
When he met a stranger from a foreign land
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
His brain exploded with a weird intention
Do Da, Do Da
He deported that migrant into detention
He deported that migrant into detention
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

The following day saw his follies increase
Do Da, Do Da
He sought more fame as a prince of peace
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
But his good name fell so dreadfully down
Do Da, Do Da
His Department of War turned him into a clown
His Department of War turned him into a clown
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

On another night Grump travelled afield
Do Da, Do Da
In search of a mistress willing to yield
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
He found a whore who was far from aloof
Do Da, Do Da
But he sued the Press for telling the truth
Sued the Press for telling the truth
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

Then he had a willy and started some fights
Do Da, Do Da
But the police in a rage read him the last rites
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
Each loon he employed made ridiculous choices
Do Da, Do Da
And that King was thrown by their meaningless voices
Thrown by their meaningless voices
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

There was Jackass Jim who made things grim
Do Da, Do Da
He banned vaccines for reasons slim
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
Many many victims thereupon died
Do Da, Do Da
As all the truth was coldly denied
All the truth was coldly denied
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

That mad monarch was a signing robot
Do Da, Do Da
Every signature was a smudged ink blot
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
When he had signed he waved that monicker
Do Da, Do Da
For all the world like a harebrained chronicler
For all the world like a harebrained chronicler
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

Time rolled by with Grump raving on
Do Da, Do Da
He threw a fit when frowned upon
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
Several yes men questioned his ways
Do Da, Do Da
And gave him taunts instead of praise
Gave him taunts instead of praise
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

Now strangely enough the truth became known
Do Da, Do Da
As the regal halfwit mismanaged alone
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
That idiot’s mind was haunted by stress
Do Da, Do Da
But a new age of wisdom replaced the mess
A new age of wisdom replaced the mess
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

Yes His Highness Grump met a sorry end
Do Da, Do Da
As the old fool remained quite round the bend
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day
When he died the Royals sought an in memoriam
Do Da, Do Da
But all they could find was a moratorium
All they could find was a moratorium
Diddle Diddle Do Da Day

On The Compliant Collaborator

 For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the
whole world, and lose his own soul? Mark 8:36 King James Version

Just look at you
Totally unsuited for the status you have
But rejoicing in the power you have gained
By loyalty to the Management
You know the Boss is as crooked as a cat’s hind leg
Power crazed
Conscience erased
Disgraceful trails blazed
But he is a winner is he not?
A master in control of the bewildered herd
Compliance is your ticket to the halls of power
But wait a minute
What is the destination on your passport to inanity?
Where goest thou dull fool
As you ride forth on the fake mule of triumph?
What is the plan you are a party to?
Authority? Influence? Dominance? Mastery”
No! No! No!
It’s catastrophe
For you are the vassal of a power crazed plutocrat
A servant of his ill-gotten divinity
A villain whose evil consequence exceeds infinity
So rule on imposter
Govern according to your master’s wishes
But be prepared
One day that tyrant you obey
Will fade away like an ugly redolence
And then where will you be?
Why arraigned before a Judge who knows your crime

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