2 Poems by Peter Rimmer.

A Prayer for America
(A Prayer for peace.)

Home of the brave,
Defenders of the free.
Who do you serve?
What do you believe?

Democracy?
A fragile flower,
Can't be propogated by force,
Nor power.

Coersive,
Subversive,
Aggressive,
Passive-aggressive,
Not the right road.

We want to believe,
In the American dream,
Equality,
Meritocracy,
We want to believe.

Forgiveness is divine,
Humanity profane.

9/11,
Lady liberty,
Bruised and bloodied,
Man did she bleed.

She bled spleen,
Pure,
Uadulterated,
Spleen.

War!
Holy war,
Jihad,
War on jihad!
Everything to hell in a hand-cart,
Madness reigns supreme,
War!
Cancerous weed,
War!
Devours,
War!
Depletes.

Lady liberty,
Hold your head high,
Shine a light.

Dark days ahead,
If we can't find peace,
Turn a cheek,
Fuck realpolitik,
Fuck the industrial military machine.

A prayer for America,
A prayer for Afghanistan,
A prayer for Iraq,
Iran,
The levant.
Mostly a prayer,
For sanity,
A prayer for peace.


Revolution on the wind

We lionise the mega-wealthy,
Put them on a plinth,
Idolized,
Diefied,
Behold the new gods,
This is Mammon.

We marginalize the poor,
At our peril,
Lay the ills of the world,
At their door.

Rise up,
A new order,
Rise up,
Disorder,
There's revolution on the wind.

When the burden of debt,
Stretches to cosmic numbers,
When ordinary folk,
Are burdened,
With blame,
And shamed with forclosure,
Cursed with unemployment.
When everyone but the new gods,
Can be termed the new poor.

People are polarized,
Disenfranchised,
Laissez-faire,
Free trade ecconomics,
Which held so much promise,
Turns sour in our bellies.

Trickle down wealth,
Is just that,
A mere trickle down.
There's revolution in the wind.
The Arab spring,
London burns,
Europe shivers,
Washington sits,
Nonchalantly smoking,
On a powder keg.

In the east,
The Dragon coils,
Protectively,
About it's harvest of debt.
Nothing,
And no one,
Is imune to the contagion,
There's revolution on the wind.