Man. Hate. War. Gore
Ukraine War Reality Poetry
January 29, 2023: Chernivtsi, Ukraine
Sun comes up. Blood. Death. Guts. War.
Sun goes down. Blood. Death. Guts. War
Day after day. Night after night.
Hate! Hate! Hate! Kill! Kill! Kill!
How does your soul not turn black?
Frontline. Our people die. Our people kill.
They cut down hundreds a day.
How will our soldiers be after?
Eviscerated enemy corpses.
Brains, gore, entrails, freeze at night.
Hate rising within us, within them.
Is life now just us versus them?
Us is them. Them is us.
Why can’t we see that?
We hate them. We hate ourselves.
Same creatures, physiologically.
Brains warped by who, by what?
Death, destruction, kill them all.
Suicide by Ukrainian, foolish Russians.
They come and come, then die.
Hate at the front, hate at the rear.
All we hear every day is hate, hate, hate.
We hate you, you must be destroyed, they say.
Yea, yea, but why are you killing yourselves so?
Give up. Go home. We’ll leave you alone.
But the hate is cancer, grows and grows.
Stage 2, Stage 3 or now at Stage 4?
It’s everywhere spreading the globe.
Fuck the Age of Aquarius myth!
Why can’t we all just get along?
Oh, Rodney, have you seen poor Tyre?
Who wants to keep living this way?
Is this our existence to our dying day?
Death. Guts. War. Gore. Whore.
Is war the whore we now all love?
Play your video games, little soft men.
Then scream not wanted by women.
You’ll die a screen death, never smelling,
Real death that is knocking at your door.
Because you are willingly paying the whore.
Life is fucked, war is worse.
Our civilization’s ride in a hearse.
Where do we go, we who want peace?
No one to talk to, no real release.
From this world that is our own
That we seek to destroy
With no backup plan, a decoy.
How foolish man is, I want to run.
From his plans, his system and his gun.
There’s no way out, no escape.
Suicide is painless they all might say
But that’s not an option to those that pray.
We must stand in the gore and hold our nose.
For this plan is the one the politicians chose.
Nobody seems to really want to see.
To their fantasy screens, they all flee.
While so many of us live in actual reality.
Pledging to no one, nothing our true fealty.
Because it’s all for naught if made by men.
Who herds so many of his own into a pen.
Yet, we still laugh, cry while so many suffer and die.
How many of you are still out there believing the lie?
That this is what it must be and always will be.
Inside your mind and soul is the only place to be free.
Don’t buy man’s wares anymore, feeding his whore.
When he comes a’knockin, don’t open your door.
Stand, put on your armor and just don’t give in.
To his greed and his lust all matters of sin.
He’ll drag you down with him into the abyss.
If you don’t watch your step, escape, you will miss.
