2006/2007 Murdering The Years

I'm in a sombre, reflective mood, which is what has probably lead me to seek out this outlet for my feelings. A mood no doubt brought on partly by the fire crackers I can hear as I write this, which signals both the end of 2006 & start of a new year, and also partly by those images of a man, calmly & with undeniable great dignity, playing out his final part in the masquerade orchestrated by our Leaders of Lies.

I know that he himself was ruthless & showed no mercy at all to his many victims, yet even for somebody like that, it was unnerving to watch hooded men causally put a noose around another human's neck, taunting & insulting, before putting him to death. In a strange way, it feels that the greater the criminal, the more necessary it seems to be for our own self-respect, to be able to raise ourselves above base instincts of retribution & vengeance, and to prove to the criminal, and more importantly to ourselves, that we are different to the criminal exactly because we are capable of keeping our morals & ethics intact, we are capable of something no murderer can be, of mercy & respecting the life of a fellow human being, even a mass murderer's.

The whole Iraq affair has badly affected me, going right back to the insanity of the Iraq/Iran War, to the 1^st Gulf War, the decade of the relentless "No Fly Zone" bombings, the UN sanctioned genocidal "sanctions", and of course the latest Crime Against Humanity against Iraq, it's horrendous invasion, occupation & repercussions.

Perhaps blogging will replace my normal outlet for such feeling, which is poetry, and at a time like this, I find myself going back to my old file of half completed poems, and bring out one, which I no longer want to finish, as it now seems so apt to let it end abruptly as did the life of its main protagonist. –

The Bombing of Eden

It happen before, that Cruise missiles rained down
Upon Mesopotamian towns with Biblical names
Without mercy that ancient land did they pound
Destroying people and buildings, filling in graves.

Using a trap as a pretext, was it just a decade ago,
The light to Kuwait for Saddam turned Green
The Americans saying "it's an Arab affair", Go !
After all for this, for years had they schemed.

"To right a wrong" Bush Senior did say,
To restore Kuwait as it was before.
"To right a wrong" Saddam did say
To restore Kuwait to Iraq as it was before.

And so the relentless bombing succeeded
Kuwait was Kuwait again as he retreated
But was that not a mistake, not to pursue,
Perhaps at least a civil war we can induce.

Rise up you Southern Sh'ites , Kurds of the North
We will support you, with our bombing campaign
The No-Fly Zones will insure henceforth
That if Saddam kills you, it won't be by plane.

The Rebellion is crushed and thousands did die,
For that inglorious plan to bring down that Man
Bush's anger increased from the sky
A decade of relentless bombing began.

Year after year, the bombings kept on
Yet still He remained, He and his Sons
Oxymoroning those plans of the Pentagon
Instead of weakening, He was second to none.

Not enough people dying to dislodge him ?
An orchestrated genocidal sanctions route
Will get through to every Iraqi Muslim
That supporting Him is not at all astute.

However the Planners have still not learnt
People who feel threaten will unite and resist
And rally to their Leader through fear and hurt
Even to Him, who most would like to dismiss.

The Father is now gone and the Son appears
To finish the job, whatever it takes, no matter the cost
Lies upon lies, and the people of Iraq start to fear
When Blair joins the game, all Peace has been lost.

For War will prevail under repeated lies,
A precedent set by the attack on the Serbs
An act of aggression, disguised and justified
By propaganda that was sublimely superb

Back to Iraq and all pretence is now off,
We aim to kill him, and all in our way
Our smart weapons will find him if he coughs
We'll level whole blocks, it's worth the slay.

Damn we keep missing, but still kill scores
Let's Shock and Awe them like frighten sheep
Death and destruction upon them we did pour
Not bothering to keep count of lives so cheap.

Now we have to go in as he just won't die
At least it's like ten Goliaths, we cannot lose
First we blast them to Hell, then watch them fry
As we have the Power and plan to misuse.

We carpet bombed with cluster & napalm
Just to test our great efficiency at killing
B-52s and Sleaths dropped without qualm
The scale of it all was thoroughly thrilling.

How cowardly they run from our finery
Instead of melting in sand, they get flighty
Better not try and hide in those Refineries
As that would be one dilemma almighty

It's safe to go in, now their army’s a relic
Using antique arms we sold decades ago
To use now on us would be quite pathetic
Good money was made, arming Him & his Foe.

When Saddam was ours, we were so sympathetic
Banned weapons & gas from us did flow
Although what was supplied then seems ironic
But Profit & getting Khomeini, our noble goals.