the poetry day and pornography of war
Rad Popp
Who needs a poetry day when you’ve got war?
War is the poetry of our times that drains our soul.
With its lyricism of destruction and death shared by all.
From the turn of the millennium to this day hence.
The poetry of war, spoken, written, shown, explained.
In 22 years, its value never diminished, chastised or denied.
By more and more war mongers that make war on peoples, not love.
War would be the never dying glory of our species.
The necessity that didn’t leave the spirit - nor our mind.
With 3 millennia of wars survived, not peace, to remember us by.
The poetry of love would never come first.
The death in verse proud and unrepentant does!
How it writes over its victims the winners of our time.
Their war is peace and glory slogans, faked prayers, and libidinous chants.
The mercenary poetry of war is a blank verse.
It mercilessly rhymes but with the blade that stabs a life.
With long monologues of hate written against the enemy.
That turns truth and gut feeling into their first casualty!
While our livelihood empties, drains and is eroded.
We’re used on TV to explain why war is the only way forward.
In death too!... But not peace in our time…
War is the poetry of our times that drains our soul.
With its lyricism of destruction and death shared by all.
From the turn of the millennium to this day hence.
The poetry of war, spoken, written, shown, explained.
In 22 years, its value never diminished, chastised or denied.
By more and more war mongers that make war on peoples, not love.
War would be the never dying glory of our species.
The necessity that didn’t leave the spirit - nor our mind.
With 3 millennia of wars survived, not peace, to remember us by.
The poetry of love would never come first.
The death in verse proud and unrepentant does!
How it writes over its victims the winners of our time.
Their war is peace and glory slogans, faked prayers, and libidinous chants.
The mercenary poetry of war is a blank verse.
It mercilessly rhymes but with the blade that stabs a life.
With long monologues of hate written against the enemy.
That turns truth and gut feeling into their first casualty!
While our livelihood empties, drains and is eroded.
We’re used on TV to explain why war is the only way forward.
In death too!... But not peace in our time…
Rad Popp is a London-based Romanian Writer and director.
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