The Unwritten

The times of wonder gone
The wise women drugged
Into submission.
 First Peoples neglected
Their land abused.
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten faces
Which, like Munch's silent scream,
Degenerate into nightmaredream.
Desire, in all its lurid manifestations,
Falls into disuse,
And all is as it was before:
A flat, grey concrete floor.
Krema I at Auschwitz

Eminently productive
340 corpses burned every 24 hours
This was indeed progress of the sort required
Arbeit macht frei
Weaponising the common man and woman
An act of genius/

Monsters exist
But much more dangerous are common men
Ready to act without question.
Yes, plenty of those in our nation.

Experts Reveal Humidity Is Fading Colors in Munch's 'The Scream' –

◄ Ritual slaughter

The worried well ►


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Paul Sayer

Wed 30th Dec 2020 23:16

Oh! How they are overwhelmed with apathy
those who love to moan with such dissent
yet do nothing in return.

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John Marks

Wed 30th Dec 2020 22:40

Thank you kindly Ghazala lari. You can take a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink.

"esterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself."

Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi, a Persian poet, an Islamic dervish and a Sufi mystic

Ghazala lari

Tue 29th Dec 2020 17:30

Your final stanza should ring bells in deaf ears. But deaf ears cant hear. An alarm should be raised so high that their vision hears what you have written here.

Sad but so true.

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