On Peace And War
“This is our God: Jesus, king of peace, who rejects war, whom no one can use to justify war.”
“Those who rob your land of its resources generally invest much of the profit in weapons, thus perpetuating an endless cycle of destabilisation and death.” Pope Leo
Shame! Shame! Shame on you!
It’s hard to believe the things you do
You, a tyrant, kill at vast expense
While the poor and needy have no recompense
When you speak you lie with controlling intent
With your lust for power fake tales you invent
There is no justice in your malicious planning
And you constantly resort to shadow banning
And so you start a war
Clearly not what life was created for
Mercilessly you kill
And take your fill
Of death and destruction
Linked to your instruction
There is no justice from your tainted hand
Just poverty and pain in your troubled land
Your words are spoken at fever pitch
And by killing you ensure that you become rich
But history will judge each war’s beginning
With writing on walls that defines the sinning
All hands are on deck
In your time to wreck
But the Pope is right
War is no way to reveal your might
The Ultimate Solution
For your attention
Kakistocracy is in the air
Just listen to them
Is it claptrap or humbug?
Yes it is
Or maybe spin, prevarication or firehosing
Those politicians trying to win after a whitewash
Sharing balderdash, codswallop or hogwash
Take your pick
And then it’s war, the ultimate solution
What is the drill?
Why it’s kill. kill, kill
What a lucrative enemy they have
These war tycoons
Conferences and treaties are not lucrative
So seize this opportunity
Slaughter, butcher, massacre
Destroy, erase, eradicate, shoot
The financial benefits are wondrous
Listen to the commentary
From the tongue of the witless wizard wonder
Fake progress is the motif
The self-righteous are winning
’Twas ever thus
Only the good can ever win
So killing innocents is not a sin
A peace prize denied so bloodshed applied
Once more into the breach dear friends
Wholesale slaughter is a joy that never ends
Bellicosity For Sale
War! War! War!
That’s what heroes were created for
Foreigners are looming and they are such strife
Clearly a threat to our way of life
Rivals and aliens have no place
To participate with our distinguished race
And there’s money for the one who wrecks
The successful military industrial complex
So here we go, let’s bring them woe
Fight for the probity we alone know
Bring forth our maestro who blows lands apart
Chaos by bombing is our golden art
Peace! Peace! Peace!
Ignore it and win a valid release
Killing is fulfilling when you are drilling
The enemy’s oil is so fulfilling
To hell with justice that’s what you lessen
Give that rival a lawless lesson
Cut off his aid with a savage tirade
Fake the truth call a jade a spade
Overreach and let your language preach
Conceal reality in every speech
Lies to the right by you lies to the left by you
Ensure justice is bereft by you
Use racial prejudice to blacken foes’ names
Cast schools and hospitals into flames
Make any treaty unacceptable
Throw past agreements into a receptacle
Invest in death; make killing fulfilling
Make war a profit to the very last shilling
Re-educate the young and make them sorrier
If they miss the chance to be a warrior
Tunes Of War
A belligerent male is the going thing
The sort that makes the warlike sing
The kind of leader duds are looking for
To inspire them wilfully to go to war
Zippedy doo dah might is right
Marshall the troops it’s time to fight
See how that shrewd chief gets your vote
By finding an enemy worthy of note
Just look at the lies that geek applies
To arouse hostility that justice denies
Zippedy doo dah might is right
Marshall the troops it’s time to fight
The military industrial complex says go
There’s money to be made despite the woe
So spin a yarn; find an enemy to fight
Tell all the media to radiate spite
Zippedy doo dah might is right
Marshall the troops it’s time to fight
O yes isn’t it lovely to see nerds uniting
Forming a queue to join in the fighting?
And note the big boss madly shaking his fist
And his PR puppets are not to be missed
Zippedy doo dah might is right
Marshall the troops it’s time to fight
Look at that pawn spreading fake news of crime
Whipping up anger that just doesn’t rhyme
O the big boss is angry and rages and rants
Warns he’ll blast bridges and all power plants
Zippedy doo dah might is right
Marshall the troops it’s time to fight
But you can’t do that it’s against the law
And not what justice was created for
Name then the felons who glorify the ride
To be guilty forever of genocide
Zippedy doo dah might is not right
With love of humanity we must not fight
Last Post
And so the trumpet echoes at dusk
The only sound in the silence
There is sadness in the air
Thoughts are conjured forth in the fading light
Dead people are in the mind
Gently conjured forth by the music
Those children, so young, in the school that was bombed
Their laughter never to be heard again
But remembered by their grieving loved ones
That man in a hospital
Who died because no medicine was allowed
That older patient whose bandages were dirty
And with an amputated foot and no crutch
That family
Whose home was blown to smithereens
Only one left
A fourteen-year-old boy with a broken leg
Seven media victims
Two women
Four paramedics
Struck down when they were striving to help other victims
Hamza, a postman
Who will deliver no more mail
Aisha, a nurse
Who was carrying blood to complete a transfusion
Ali, an Australian
Who had come home to help family
O yes
And some soldiers too
One a peacekeeper from France
Yes we shall remember them all
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
royciebaby
Royce Levi Australian Teacher and Author 