Poetry 'n Prose

At The Dead Point

At the dead point of stupidity
pre-emptive air strikes,
flashes in the dark as
fighter-bombers begin
to drop their payloads
making work
for re-construction

At the dead point of stupidity
smart bombs de-housing
neighbourhoods populations,
blood splattered concrete,
the lives of the innocent
lost in the rubble,
and never found

At the dead point of stupidity
the spokes-person’s crafted
phrases claiming perspective,
justifying war, crusade;
making a mockery of morality
and civilisation

At the dead point of stupidity
we hang our heads
and cry.


By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

6 replies on “At The Dead Point”

I worry for the future of my children, the children of Iraqi, Syrian, and all other countries suffering the long terms effects of the US’s new world order.

Thank you Rebecca, the poem is an emotion response (that is self-evident) I don’t have solutions, but it seems to me 10 years on we haven’t learn by these mistakes…

Well penned!

And… after we cry – till our last breath… we continue on – in our mission: Global Justice and Peace. It may not happen, but we will never give up! Because, it could happen!… if we all do our part for Truth, Justice and Peace.

I agree we all have a role. People need people to create a sea of change. There is a scene in the movie Gandhi that is very moving to me: it is when the unarmed Indian protesters line up to confront the armed forces of the British Empire. The soldiers beat them unmercifully, but the Indians, their broken and dead lifted tenderly out of the fray, keep coming.

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