Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.
Fighting for peace is like f....ing for chastity.
-- Steven King
They invented all "noble causes"
enjoying the heights of their careers
getting standing ovations and applauses
letting followers die as some proud volunteers.
None of their children ever sent away to fight
it was for those lower classes to die patriotic
somehow it all passes as normal and right
while to me it always looked quite idiotic.
Like an invincible king on his high horse
is the politician, that conman in power
duping the masses without remorse
enjoying view from his ivory tower.
After a long wait his dreams came true
now feeling at the top and so far ahead
throwing crumbs to me, and some for you
expecting gratefulness for a loaf of bread.
Rich are our countries with their resources
rich enough for every single one to prosper
never rich enough for those on high horses
you can't feed enough that greedy monster.
How many have died for a power game
and how many are still there willing to die
"in the name of country", or is it their name
making many a confused mother or a wife cry.
Born to die serving under an unlucky fake star
crawling toward mirage in desert of their choice
are political followers with their eyes just open ajar
and forever willing to cherish some misleading voice.
Long before that last of the last heroes is gone
nothing will change with a brainwashed crowd
each of us will still cheer to them like a moron
repeating their slogans all dignified and proud.
© 2022 Val Karas