MILK

I’m having a cup of milk
but for a second I thought there was a
fly in it, swimming
well
it was only a bubble
a dark bubble
with wings added on by my imagination
imagi
nation

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nation of the magi
a
nation
that fears.

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Weapons are made to kill people
by the thousands, by the hundreds of thousands
by the millions, and we pretend that it’s a normal thing.

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If we had leaders, real leaders instead of the crazy
pervert madmen in fancy gray costumes that speak
and spend our money for us, if we had real leaders
and wise men and women, we’d had put an end
to all that misery that we call “war” and we’d
turn a tenth of the planet into a garden and
leave the rest, clean, for wild animals and
hermits. One million men instead of
fighting and killing each others in
the Middle-East would be farming
or blogging or reading poetry or
riding horses or playing
football
LET THEM BE MONKS
the men of war
who kill in the name of God
or their country or a life style
LET THEM CLEAN THE MESS
that our polluting industries
have created over the last hundred years
WHEN IS IT GOING TO STOP? -the stupidity
of the stupiders who call themselves “Decider” and
“Hero of the Nation”.

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Have you ever heard about the 44 million women
at risk
from perchlorates?

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Let
winter
come to my mind
COLD
COLD
to take the pain away
to make the fear go
to slowly put me
to sleep-so I
can walk, a
zombie,
under the
Pale Magician’s
spell of Fear
and Flag
waving.

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[Picture: Armenian monastery by reading_is_dangerous] (crop)

“I've never met a general yet who could milk a cow.” -Lennart Meri
“My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.” -John Keats