Poem of desolation

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I think of you:

Nation; death!

I think often of you,
I imagine a spark,
Or something more!
I look for weakness!

I serve Carthage against Rome!

I wait for weakness!
Opportunity to revenge!

Black steel netting,
Weaved with black deadly cobra snakes!

I wonder at our enemy!

And I hope for some weakness!
And rejoice as it hurts!

I learn of my enemy!
I wait and await!

Comeuppance!
A word!

And I wonder at my enemy!
And watch her enemies rise!
With glee!
With hope!

Though I still catch myself!
Its only now dislike!
Its only now dislike!

Ground war!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

How, you abuse, you always have!
You act as good, but bad you are!
In your crusade!
For the greater goods!

And we The BRICS!
We fight your lies!
We ask, dear why!

And if you want to save civilians!
Why bomb them in Tripoli,
And refuse any peace treaty!

And where were the planes,
Now helicopter gunships?

And what of war?
do you hide the Underground!

And fight to kill the free,
The dictatorship of false democracy?

Death of an enemy!?

Poem by Marc Aupiais

It confounds me, my hatred!
It perplexes, me!

The joy at your death!
As I watch the end of your last breath!

Perhaps on a tv set!

And I hope,
Should the death count rise?
And the evil enemy of your people,
I cry when they die!
Because they were killing you!

And I look at you!
Propaganda people!

And I image: in my mind:
Your flag burning!
Your capital on fire!
Nuclear holocaust!

Oh! Such joy!

I wonder!
The death of an enemy!
Even of an unborn child?

Your manners, your evil ways, of death!

Surely!
I rejoice should you die?

Yet!
Though the news says I should,
And the views call you monsters!
I think of one of you,
Just of one!

And I'm glad!
I never burnt your flag!

And I was not the martyr!
The television set subtly praised!

Propaganda people!
Pitiable force for goods!

Likely you will destroy us all!
But I cannot hate!
Whatever the tv and world does slate!