Brilliant Brutality

 

Rainbows are drawn and dance though the dark -

Murdering the intoxicated Whale Shark.

The sound of the blitz and oncoming shrapnel,

Echo in the sleepy silence of nightfall.

In Rotherhithe, children laugh and smile –

At the sky’s twinkling, artistic style.

 

Yet in Yemen, this oncoming sound,

Is routine in a battleground. 

Here, there are no rainbows or glittering wonders,

But simply the brutality of two-sided plunders –

Of civilian lives on this ancient ground,

Where the bodies of malnourished children are increasingly found.

 

The soaring vermillion of a victimless crime causes-

Extensive air pollution in a short amount of time.

When the show is over one resides-

In a world where explosive gifts result in homicides.

 

The bullets blast through the obsidian sky,

Into the atmosphere the toxins fly.

Unable to decompose or wish us farewell,

We ironically ignite our own death knell.

But is it us who will suffer the fate –

Or those on low-lying land near the Malacca Strait?

 

175,000 displaced in Jakarta,

Whilst western responders pretend to be martyrs.

When they watch the blazing trails above,

Do they realise that this passionate show is the antithesis of love?

 

Climate destruction and chemical warfare,

Are propagated by capitalists and dictators elsewhere!

This right here, is where you are wrong,

As these nightmares transcend beyond Mao Zedong.

On Saturday night when you light the match,

The sparkling light, a life dost snatch.

 

Hot chocolate in hand on the 5^th December,

Guy Fawkes we are taught to remember.

Did this man wish to cause –

The absorption of toxins into ones pores?

Such exposure to fine, poisonous particles,

Has resulted in heart attacks and thickening lung walls.

Those particles that fall to the ground,

Saturate our water and in soils swim around.

 

The raw materials in these beautiful rockets,

Do not line the exploited mans’ pockets.

During hard labour, mountain tops are removed –

To simply be sold in Tesco and age approved.

Forests on mountains are savagely clear-cut,

For Brits to watch, whilst eating a mirror glazed donut.

 

Our four-legged friends whine and moan,

Because they believe that the UK is now a war-zone.

Trauma victims shake and can’t understand –

Why bullets are shot to a swinging jazz band.

Brits sit and gasp at the ephemeral sky,

Whilst the vulnerable weaken and eventually die.

Meanwhile, the otter sips,

Water that might lead to the ensuing apocalypse.

 

Instead of lighting fireworks tonight,

Think of the world and others’ plight.

A moment of wonder is not worth the pain,

So please think twice and uphold some restrain.