Conscience
By loquaciousicity
Thu, 07 Aug 2025
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This war, with allies unified
(reminds of German genocide),
leaves mandates, empty, purified,
(as human flesh is nullified),
enticing persons (pale, blue eyed,
through which their minds are calcified
by factoid news that helps misguide
while public critique's stultified)
to let this evil beast abide
(where once the Son was crucified)
with “rules-based-order” magnified
(and base inhuman rights applied).
A damning fact that’s oft denied
(like truthers thoughts demonified,
interred by “free press”, mummified,
or elsewhere where the truth can hide):
“avoiding worldwide suicide
means needless wars must soon subside”
(and death no longer multiplied).
Well, those in power (those who rule),
ignore all legal ridicule
(when blocking water, food, and fuel),
think killing kids is kinda cool
(no need for crib nor crèche nor school,
although the UNO’s judged it cruel),
deplete the dams to fill their pools
(the dregs that died of thirst were fools -
they should’ve drunk the sewers’ gruels),
devise the New World Order’s rules
(to “fix” the foreigner’s “family jewels”).
They fight for land (claim self defense)
against the population (dense
confined behind a wired fence -
so none should really take offense
when crimes in crimson recommence
with fortunes made at their expense).
Some say the body count’s immense
(but who keeps tabs when times are tense?)
in any case no consequence
(those claiming moral precedence
forgive the fiends forever hence),
for justice is but pure pretense
(and nevermore makes any sense)
in deadly days of decadence.
With bombs they teach “what’s yours is mine”
(results, when greed and graft combine
destroying peace and Palace, fine).
Between the sands and salty brine
somehow survivors come to dine
(with grub served in the firing line)
and lose the thing some think divine
(we all have one, though cats count nine,
the Lord says “take not what’s not thine”),
as life and dying intertwine.
A passing dove once watched and cried
“Why can’t these lands be pacified”
(and not expunged or liquefied),
to which a raving raven sighed
“The goal’s that foes be rarified”
(yeah, something like a genocide);
the wizened owl said this implied
“If each one hates the other side
the final end’s humanicide”
(a well kept secret, classified).
“Of course” the top paid hawks replied
(yes, leaving high ideals aside,
and politicians gratified,
and no one dead indemnified).
In future days (when present’s past,
no longer split by class or caste)
will folks look back, with eyes aghast
(at all the horrors we’ve amassed
and witnessed real time, telecast)
and ask themselves, with eyes downcast,
(if, once again, the die were cast)
“Hmm, would I be enthusiast”
(supporting crimes that flabbergast)
“or else, perchance, iconoclast”
(be harried, hounded and harassed)
“or just stand by until the last?”
(as little kids are starved or gassed)?
Afterword
Although this topic’s dreadfully vast,
I’m stopping now, my time has passed
(outside, the world is overcast,
expecting soon the end-time blast).
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