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Apocalypse for Sale

Poetry By: steven cooke
Poetry


Tags: Modern, History


A depressing look at today's world


Submitted:Nov 5, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


A Golden Dawn is rising

the camera's click the few,

the Greeks are out of options.

Immigration a convenient excuse.

Check your neighbour's papers?

Jews have seen this before,

African skin is burning

and kristallnacht knocks

at victim's door

Iran now plays with powerful dreams,

the prayers of ayatollah has a nuclear regime.

Syria drinks from wells of blood

As gunships harvest on freedom's scream.

Israel is in therapy,

the Wailing Wall whispers

"Cut off the head of the vipers"

before your paradise is lost.

And all the while the Gaza strip burns,

for a Palestinian memory,

of Arabs who loved this land.

And far away the world rages on

New York is battered.

Nature is sending her message,

the dollar is not mightier than her

though the rich would disagree

and the poor of New Orleans cry

remember me?

The flight of destiny turns on China shore

pouring progress over peasant's land.

The poison that kills her rivers of life

will return in prophecy of ying and yang.

Smog and contamination rolls in with profit

and a billion mouths will ask for more.

Over the border the mafia rule

a Russia of convenient communism

though everything is for sale

Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy

or perhaps a steel works or two.

And what of mighty England

The nation grows old

Banking magicians have finished her off

Now you see the cash and now you don't

So there's nothing for you and a bonus for me.

The invisible hand will save this world

Pyramid selling of capitalism the plan.

Sell more tickets to tomorrow's Armageddon,

more customers mean more wealth,

keep us breeding and the markets are up.

And should their scheme collapse,

there is always another war.

Idle hands can carry guns,

the dead will nourish these fields

and a computer will speculate the price of life

for life is a commodity,

which they have planned.

Foolish words of a dying race.

Easter Island the message

now planted in this western greed.

Our churches empty for aliens to ponder

Our bones to look over empty seas.

While the remnants of our gods look down

at the shadows of the dead

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and world War 3

Can you guess what comes next?

Let's roll the dice once more,

A double six and the other six is you.





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