What a wise young woman.
My answer: I could sit in front of the teli, watching the tales of Mr. Bush et. al., chips in one hand, bottle of beer in the other, muttering indecent words, and I'd change nothing. And I could write a poem.
It will change nothing, either. But at least I shall not have kept silent.
These were my second and my third poem I ever wrote in English:
[As an answer to Mr. Bush saying: 'Either you are with us or against us.'
New World Order
pleading for peace
are being taught:
You are an enemy.
And the second, refering to '"Enduring Freedom":
or: The Whore of war"
(Fiction)Once upon a time
- not in the years of Babel, though, -
a puppet said with oily voice:
"I am a peace-loving person"
and offered "World"this choice:
"Either you are with us, or you are against us."
Thus, pushing forward to
the inmost inner of the roots of the core,
united peace-lovers found a visionary lore:
Short after unweaponed "World"
embraced the whore of war.
"World" would need no ...
... no; no ...: would HAVE no
As, some years later:
Goodman Death knocks:
"The game is over!"
The puppet’s life flees,
and so does the masters'
And 'World says: R.i.P.!
The rest is peace ...
(How naive? - I told you, it’s fiction.)