The Rape of
Amytis*
Cheer
up teenagers of the Pentagon
You're
going to play a play
The
dramatist is talented,
The
stage is Babylon.
Gunfire
is music
Explosions
are bloodless
Bombs
have no victims;
The
rocks as ricochets would be thrown,
With
no casualties at all.
Grenades
are match balls,
Our
helmets are hard,
We
are not an invasion force,
We
seek peace, prosperity, justice for the tower of Babylon.
Benefactors,
humanitarians we are,
When
our war will be won.
Our
aim is to hunt Nebuchadnezzar from the thrown
In
three days we'll end the job
No
riotous resistance will face,
The
remarkable technology of our race.
All
with roses and rice,
Shall
welcome our tanks.
Human
shields will give us thanks.
Perhaps
some terrorist will give us thump,
Perhaps
some oil wells be in flame,
But
no stunning blow's to stop our aim.
The Desert
The
desert swallows all, white and black,
Angels
and dragons,
Victims
and aggressors,
Carthage
and Rome.
Children
of clouds are playing balls,
Of
will to power, doubling its force,
Laughing
in the match,
But
underneath, mass destruction of civilization and wrath.
Why
have you disappeared?
You,
stars of the night,
The
brain of heaven,
From
the tower of Babylon?
Eel
is angry,
His
thunder quake is heard,
All
over the world.
The
tempest is coming,
With
red wind blinding the eyes of liars.
Dreary
music is heard,
From
earth weeping, burying severed members
And
corpses,
With
revenge Muse to lead the funeral palls.
What
God is conducting the souls to hell?
Is
it Hermes the thief, the covetous messenger of Peace,
Avaricious
to drink,
The
whole oil of Babylon?
The
idol was toppled,
Nebuchadnezzar
won
His
life with shame,
Or
died with despair,
From
history he was gone.
Amytis
was raped and severed
Three
pieces in Babylon.
Faiths
that Haunted Humanity
Faiths
that haunted humanity
Entered
the stage all at war
Their
normal receptacles are void of truth
No
sense of humility or mercy they contained
Piety
became hypocrisy
The
will to power reigned.
Morality
is meaningless
When
machinery have loud voice,
When
heaven is mute, the moon looses its course.
Prophets
are funny or mad,
Their
glory's gone, their hearts are sad.
Ambitious
minds crave for progress,
But
no one finance the process
When
chaos overwhelm,
With
idols collusive in the plan,
No
one from chaos is immune.
He
who pays can ask the tune.
The
Marvelous War
You're
not a nation of Lilliputians,
Nor
your defender is Gulliver.
Unite
for freedom, or otherwise,
You'll
pay, forever pay,
You'll
suffer, forever suffer.
Your
despot is not a prophet.
The
rule of wisdom will never set.
The
dragon's eyes glitter with greed,
He'll
leave no milk for your children to feed.
Hundred
trillion the cost of the war,
Fifty
trillion the interest and debts of the banks,
Twenty
trillions for allies,
Fifteen
to pay defenders of Peace,
Ten
trillion reconstruction,
Seven
trillion to compensate looting,
Five
the new agents of the regime,
One
trillion foodstuff for oil'
Hundred
years to keep all safe and permanent,
With
no risk but one hundred victims.
What
a marvelous war!
Ashur
Hannibal was more sincere:
"The
war I wage is for silver and gold.
Be
ferocious my men and bold.
Burn
everything, kill every one.
Don't
leave a breath under the sun."
The
leaders of the Pentagon say:
The
war we wage is just a trick
Where
the wealth of Babylon we alone pick.
Ulysses
was victorious,
The
horse of Troy was a trap,
The
heroic nation toppled
As
the idol, trailed along on the streets
Of
Babylon….
The
Game is Won
What
cares the master of Pentagon?
His
game is won.
The
will of power might smile
At
the collapse of Babylon
When
tolerance has gone
When
fathers parted from their kids
When
kids under their roofs were crushed down.
Self-
seekers might dance
That
providence has flung.
Nebuchadnezzar
from the thrown.
The
worldly men set their hearts
On
hopes to turn ashes.
The
flower died that once had blown.
Palaces,
monuments crumbled to dust, oil was mastered
Nothing
remained for them to own,
Neither
the fame of their country
Seven
thousand years ago,
Nor
the fame of their country
One
thousand five hundred years ago.
The
clouds weep with sobs
Fit
to move Saladin from his grave
Like
a thunder clap, to conclude the war
That
haunts sad brains
Which
brood in vain
On
a new despotism.
The
arbiter of vast designs
Invading
all with slavery and fascism.
The
brave music of a distant drum
Blows
into the world "to be in one"
In
their contest against evil under the sun.
One
Law for All
The
loud pretensions daily heard
To
settle order guaranteed
Whereby
parties mutually agreed
Will
never match an usurping hand
Our
strivings for a long Peace
The
most capable and far of sight
Should
frame it with their might
That
Law should reign, that Wars should cease
When
armaments of mass destruction
Lead
the secret swellings of confusion
Where
can fair Liberty stand?
Condemned
by Terrorism
Now
worshiped, now accursed
By
diverse states with Ambition,
Salvation
is possible when one law for all
Prevent
man from deviation,
To
weave the Garlands of new world,
With
music loud, of co-operation sound,
Life
is futile with victorious aims
Heavens
are jubile when man raise
His
sight to harmony, his music to praise.
Why
man was driven from Paradise,
But
for his satanic ambition?
His
will to power was like fire
Nothing
flourished in his rule but despair.
His
vigor took him far away, vainglory
To
err blameless, to go astray.
Let
Eve take the lead
With
vigilance to what Nature needs
That
might return Adam to Paradise
Where
love alone reigns not greed.
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