You and I and the War Machine

[weareunity]

Hello all.

The following words came to mind and were put to paper in the last quarter of the last century by a then younger anti-war activist.

They were not intended to describe particular persons, simply describing the mindsets and tactics long used in the manipulation of others.

The "poem" reproduced here is as originally--and clumsily--constructed, offered once more because it seems relevant today. cheers.x

You and I and the War Machine.

The War Machine is changing gear--
I hear the clank of levers
and the cackled cry for sacrifice
from the lips of the deceivers.

I feel them jerk the strings of fear
to dance the puppets up and round
I see them slyly grinning
in deep holes underground.
I see them snatch the scrap of food
from the child of skin and bone
to be fed instead to the living dead
whom they have made their own.

By such cruel means of compromise
a veil is pulled across their eyes,--
for the puppets believe they can only eat
whatever falls at the deceivers feet.

To cut the strings, to break the chain,
will make us afraid, will cause us pain,--
yet how much longer before the call
to smash the puppets against the wall?
How much longer are we of use
to fuel the fire of this abuse?
Shall we feel only dumb surprise
as the veil melts before our eyes?
Will these seconds of our death
be freedoms one and only breath?

SING
SHOUT
SCREAM

NO NO NO NO

Before the fireball starts to glow.

[Wagner]

Kudos to the author. I love it. So poignant...