PillPuppetPoet Posted December 6, 2017 Posted December 6, 2017 Mare Nostrum ('Our Sea') Down by the cape of Lampedusa human carnage trickled though the cracks in our ocean defence, tentatively at first, cloaked in misery, garbed in cheap rags torn by tribal conflicts and colossal poverty. So unaware of their plight, we shrugged it off; indifference mixed with condescending, self-indulgent pity. Then we contributed our own mayhem adventures to their already fueding fiefdoms, destroying the small raft they had been precariously floating on. Our hand forced by the typhoon that ensued, and a corrupt, excuse-making elite- with no dam of our own- a deluge soon poured across our borders.We patrolled the seas day and night, buoyed on by guilt, searching out stray vessels stuffed with human cargo like packs of live sardines. As we picked up another surf-swept Syrian, or bobbing Bangladeshi- surging on still more to make the desperate voyage- we ourselves, with no life jacket to keep us safe, began to sink quietly beneath the tides. Instead, straight-jacketed by a politically correct media consensus, 'hate speech' laws, and violent, radical intimidation...Our lands became their lands, as we imported their own native warfare, Sharia Law, and culture of genital mutilation. Beginning with what had once been called 'our sea', soon the whole of Europe came to look totally unidentifiable. Backstreet Buddha (Lets Fall A Jewel...) I swipe the pockets of the rich; Relieving them a little of their material burdens. Without a care, I snitch, On all society's would-be guardians. Sitting here, in this ditch, Having remarkable conversations... I am pariah, a wicked witch; Setting his own conflagrations. Beauty, blessedness, repartee; Flows in my blood, animates my bones. As footfalls clatter urgently on these cobblestones... The sidewalk is my very own settee. Your funny lives, my T.V.! Roam the land, sniff the air; Falling golden silent, I kneel and stare... Thinking quietly to myself... "This old world, it will soon be forgotten. My gown may be dirty, My skin may be swarthy... But, also? my Ego ist Toten! Everything changes, you see, Everything changes like the river to the sea. Everything changes, from the shores of Italy, To the borders of Greece and Turkey. Ah, yes, Deutschland falls, And with it Europe, too. Your consumer kingdom is dead; Who am I to wail? An old god says 'Boo!'." -fin. You can check out my youtube channel and more poems here! (delivery sadly not quite up to Mr. Molyneux's standard! lol!)
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