Undeclared Wars

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War on reason  war on logic
war on wisdom  war on knowledge
wars on honesty and facts and proof.
       War on history and its sister memory
       war on the elderly  war on the youth.

War on transparency  war on the truth
war on whistleblowers  war on their leaks
wars on freedom of thought and of speech.
       War on the person  war on the family
       war on the poor  war on humanity
       and wars on liberty  justice and peace

but never a war on these wars or on war
while the devil's sedulous next-level whores
find themselves howling for more without cease.


As unsurprising as the rising sun later setting
the sad fact is   this pack of rabid jackals
also finds itself yelping

for more  and more-effective mental shackles
to further nurture the ignorance of the sheep
strengthen their weakness  deepen their sleep
       and quell any notion they might be holding
       of bolting from their pens and running free;

finds itself yelping  for more of anything
to cull or otherwise silence  members of the flock
who dare to pause  just long enough to take stock
       and having seen the light  unite in opposition;

for more of anything to help sow the seeds
of those fiendish crops  discord and division;
       for more of anything
       to slash paths and sweep streets
       in perpetual efforts to clear all obstructions

as a means to allow
the monstrously foul and filthy “elites”
to get away clean with their theft and corruption.


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Its trusted goons rubbing salt in our wounds
       with a smug celebration of supranational force
the psychopathocracy  — as ever the beast
behind all these undeclared wars —
                     raised a great toast to its dutiful thugs

with a tip of its glass to this last but not least
war     on all those opposed to being poked
and plied with its cutting-edge health-wrecking drugs

       as informed consent and bodily autonomy
              were however implausibly   suddenly cast
       as criminally selfish relics  of a just-as-suddenly
                     decreed-to-be-primitive immediate past.


Both drunk on the punch of utopian delusions
and imbued with the hubris of technocratic madness
the reigning  god-complex-addled  parasitic classes

— consistent  with their overriding guiding principle
that the ends invariably justify the means —
              were unfailingly  disdainfully deaf
              to their human playthings' painful screams.