I’ve seen the best minds of my generation destroyed and corrupted, sleek with suborned reality,
dragging themselves through zionist halls of power hooked on illusory security
angelheaded hipsters who’ve grown into fat, visionless pimps divorced from ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo and earth
who cashed up and well-tailored and blood-shot eyed sat up snorting in the surreal smugness of luxury apartments floating across the tops of cities, slavering over greedy more
who bared their brains to Hell under the ADL and saw Mohammedan demons improbably collapse three skyscrapers illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating market-based solutions for all but banks and never mentioning perpetual wars for Israel
who were raised up by the academies for their conformist and grovelling odes to surreptitiously acknowledged plutocracy
who cowered in hotel rooms in underwear, burning their money in casinos and parroting the Terror on their flatscreens,
who got busted in their former indiscretions and turned? (closer into the fold of smug elite privilege)
who ate shit to follow illicit orders and scribbled lies for cryptocrats and prostituted their souls day after day
with cash, with ‘power’, with waking nightmares, alcohol and sleaze and endless balls-ups,
incomparable blind alleys of stultifying conformism and no excitement in the mind about a free and undivided world without contrived hatreds and wars
Youthful illuminations a mere memory, green visions now derided, lording it over the powerless with pisshead arrogant neon might-is-right, oblivious to the sun and moon and tree vibrations in a spring they now can only fake, ranting “no tin foil hats”; genuine intelligence long-departed from their minds…

A partial update of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl, for the generation that came next…

Worm

A Worm

The worm will work all day and night
And all the morning too
To make your soil nice and light
Which makes your blueberries blue

The worm, so thin and yet quite long
Is prone to elongation
Although it’s rumoured that worms pong
That is disinformation

Be kind to worms and they will do
The right thing by your soil
Which is a good idea because
It saves you lots of toil

At truly terrifying times like this in human history, some of us find solace in poetry.

But why turn to Homer, Wordsworth or Shakespeare when we can write our own?

Obama is a good man
Who wages war for us
Osama was a bad man
With kidneys full of puss

I like to think Obama cares
About the little people
He drops a lot of bombs on them
(They’ll never become sheeple)

Osama on the other hand
Was very bad indeed
His evil powers were very grand
Pure hatred was his creed

Osama was so wicked that
He made three towerblocks dust
And needed killing several times
(But this time we have trust)

I’m glad Osama now is dead
And that Obama’s born
And now I shall go back to bed
Thanks for the terror porn

Upholding Australia's genuine national interests? Standing up for global peace & social justice? Julia Gillard with Netanyahu

The bogus ‘War on Terror’ is really a ‘War of Terror’.

It is first and foremost an extended Zionist black op. It”s a sordid – and so-far successful – attempt to harness the western world to fight Israel’s wars of domination.

Clearly there are other interests involved, other beneficiaries and additional goals

The Masters of War couldn’t have pulled off this outrageous scam without plenty of assistance from go-alongs and toadies in countries such as the USA, Britain and Australia.

These people work in many fields: politics, journalism and media, academia, intelligence agencies, unions and the corporate world.

They are on TV a lot. That’s not accidental.

This poem is especially dedicated to Australian hypocrites:

______________________________

Greg Sheridan, 'journalist' & war propagandist

Australia fights in Afghan lands
To save the South Pacific
While Britain wages war nearby
To save the North Atlantic

The feisty Afghan supermen
Who threaten two great oceans
Once brought THREE towerblocks crashing down
With fire – not explosions!

They’ve learnt to keep the world in dread
By shooting at our drones
(The ones that sail their skies most days
Blowing up their homes)

Paul Howes 'unionist' who loves tulips

When first we joined this vital war
We said it was to ‘win’
Now we fight to train new troops
(Are these fibs wearing thin?)

If some of them escape from hell
We’ve made of Afghan land
We lock them up in prison camps
Why can’t they understand?

We’re hypocrites! We make things up!
New fables every day…
We take our lead from Tel Aviv
Our duty is: “Obey!”

Young Afghani victim of the occupation. Why do they 'hate us? Why indeed?