the love we found
(the loss profound)
was in their opened eyes

(a poem of mourning
by
an uncle left bereft,
framing nameless ashes)

*

*

more precious, irretrievable gifts
added to the horrendous,

unforgivable litany

spiriting away
countless millions
of
innocent and heaven sent

(wilfully dehumanised)

disremembered lives

solely for the swollen shut

(beasts unleashed
on
battlefield earth

"police" that brutal
rutted strut)

pride mined,
profit hopped

respect for "others"

roundly dropped

mirror slipped,
"good"ness slopped

humanity's
last
chopping block

heated oceans
cindered rock

empathy
gone
out of stock

charity sanctioned

independence blocked

time running out
on
the vengeance clock

reality deserted
and
truth gone

soundless

popularity's circus

conformitied
and
foundless

(pew hewed simplicity's

corruption cupped complicity)

wholly unholy

(bleached and mindless)

"freedom™ and democracy™'s

soulless duplicity.

*

a redefined maligning (a torturing of the word)

ter·ror·ist; useful whitesplained noun; a person in a country not currently

owned by the pale railed democracy mocking honesty blocking

"us" against the rest COLLECTIVE West corporate controlled piracy trolled propaganda walled pride's fall installing oligarchy, who somehow

manages to maintain he and his loved ones have a right to independence,

and simultaenously, a right to exist.

please give my to Juan and Rosalita,
dear Ahmad Tarmous...

i'm so very sorry we couldn't save you.

the unknown toll (a soulless creep)

and then we learned that,

even after extensive recovery operations,
at least eight thousand corpses
still remain under
the
miles of soulless

tollless

rubble.

at least three thousand "missing" persons
are still being searched for.

but,
of course,

there are many many of our
sistren and brethren for whom,
all of the people
possibly missing them,

(that would if they could
still be searching for them)

are themselves,
quite naturally enough,
missing.

*

but that's what happens when nation hooded "good"ing,

Demicon or Republorant,
"Liberal"
or
"Conservative,"

religious bent
or
racist laced,

heathen,
unspoked,
or
inflection untraced,

(reflection disgraced)

"Progressive" phobic,
Patriotic stroked,
or
(otherwise)
conscience misplaced

mights up its "rights"

to fund the monstrous blight

bidding all there is
of
selfless

shelfless

love goodnight,

and tells you
its
alright

to stain the Devil's rains

right down the drains

(those unforgivable

cross vained plains)

that
rip to shreds

our souls to seep

(under a starless midnight
that
Martin first foresaw)

as gun totin' "law"
scribbles on that silent wall

(of manunkinding's
final flaw)

Cain and Abel cabled...

irretrievable gifts

"returned to (ineffable) sender"

*

so lay thee down
and
tuck that spite,

muck that rite

for it's alright;

yea, it's all right

(verily "our" pride ignites)

to blot thine sight

with

murder

unto

"others."

*

amidst the splinters

(an elegy for humanity's
  pale
         railed
                   fall)

- found in a scattered trail of dust...

*

and meanwhile,

there in freedom's overlooked

hooked profit margins

trashed by the hell bent COLLECTIVE West,

(where hopes dashed
as
former neighbours
inconceivably

irretrievably

were slashed and burned
and
mashed)...

*

left bereft
in
bleak midwinter's keeping,

the babies in Gaza are freezing.

*

Another Othered Nightmare Before Christmas...

...a Trail of Terror

by
Alfonso the Mouse

🎄📽️🐁🍪

*

so let's invent some
ridiculously evil thing,

like say,
a hate crazed mass murderer
shooting people
at
a wedding celebration

(smack in the midst of a 24/7 deluge of wall to wall leavened up close and personel eulogies for those who actually matter caring unsparing Australian fanfare).

and then,
one upping Stephen King,

we'll throw in

offing
some little ones,

to take away
their
pale railed
humanity bailed

(Coalition Willing the Killing)

"freedom" doomed

(never exhumed)

barely just blooming dreams.

*

but wait,
let's make it even more
ridiculously evil,

hurtling down
that
sickly flickering
blood
slicked
road
even farther.

let's set the scene at a bombed out school
compassionately housing
displaced people,

who've already suffered untold

(dependably uncounted) horrors
and
are living out of
bags and handouts,
with
terror sewn into their seams.

that's just about perfect.

*

now, to make it truly believable,

who could our villains possibly be?

an imaginary "anti-Semitist"

(that newly redefined
profit mined term
for
people who defend themselves
by
taking up arms against an illegal occupation,

bringing to mind,
say,

Thomas Jefferson,

Nelson Mandela,

Ho Chi Minh,
Crazy Horse
or
Che Guevara?)

of course not.

for one thing,
they're still respecting
the
newly redefined "ceasefire"

(in which only
the
intended victims
are
expected to submit)

as
currently (enforcingly) overlooked
by
the "we-define-who-gets-to-be-people"
nation hooded "goodness" gating
privilege sated
respect for others (oh! so) dated

Hollywood plated murder prorating

racism skating United States.

*

what about ISIS,

recently desanctioned
and
"handsomely" rechristened,

murdering off
in spits and starts

the last remnants
of
Alawites, Christians and Druze,

so conveniently
enabled by the (offstage) stabled
CIA and MI6,

handily knocking
the last
unbeholden regime in Syria
the
hell out of the way?

no,
they're way too subtle,

carefully shying away
from
drawing attention
to
their mayhem.

(for 🐭 i'm ever so certain
they've been
judiciously warned 🦅
against
just that sort of thing.)

*

how about the RSF,

busy wiping out
half the population
in
torn apart Sudan,

their weapons shipped in
by the gold swapping
oil splurching
(UK economy floating)
monarchist pals
of
the ring of winking oligarchs

slinking behind
those

hosed, dozed
and
sinking

delusion blinking

elective screens?

but that's the problem right there,

what with the
(African seamed) mainstreamed blackout

who would know
whether or not
their
murderous blight
might
fit the bill?

(besides, they keep incinerating their most unpleasant evidence.)

*

no,

we all know which villains
could
make our trailed tail

holy believable.

and sure enough,
they're the ones

who verily accomplished it only yesterday;

the world's most famous
genocidal assassins

proudly loudly
and
lavishly flourished

by the mocked democracy
and
crushed independence

of the morally bankrupt

COLLECTIVE West.

🥀
🐾

* ~ * * ~ * ~ the Twelfth Hell of Christmas Present ~ * ~ * * * ~ * ~ * ~ * * ~ * ~ (a Tolling of Slaying Bells) ~ * ~

*

and then, exposed to winter winds

blowing through a flimsy tent,

not to mention
the
outright evil
hosed by

the last days of earth perched
ultimate dearth
of
a "Christianity" crowed
connection boned

"intelligence" droned

(framed and censored
"homeland" phoned)

violence crowned
pride crutched

and "democracy" posed

love for others ditched

profit clutched COLLECTIVE West,

another precious life
left bereft
our
atrophied arms.

*

Mourning Thanksgiving (a Canticled Uncanting) * ~ * ~ * ~ [a poem found at the end of a 🥖 scanty trail of crumbs left by some other who's houseless mouse. 🐁]:

*

and then on Thanksgiving,
the United States bombed Somalia
for the hundred and second
time this year,

because,

obviously,

and contrary to the ridiculous
"Thanksgiving" myth

(in which
holier than thou
subscribers to 'whiteness',

taking a break
from burning their victims alive,

allowed the "devilish savages"
to sit at table
with
their insistently protected wives

- this time opting not
to get them drunk
in order to more easily
chop off their heads
for mounting on the pikes
festooning their stolen "homeland"
Christendom havened
warning emblazoned gates

- and merely broke bread with them

(incidentally giving Abraham Lincoln
a marvelous device
for hanging a torn asunder
bruised and battered
uncivil thundered
nation hooding
(we control the "goods")
pride gliding speech upon

in another darkest hour

fraying the Novembers past
disremembered embers))

and incredulously stretching

the

failed reflection

of contrariness even further...

in

complete
perverted disavowal

of the rumoured words
of that reactionary
peace loving
long haired radical
their unexamined pretenses
based the cracked case
for
their (delusion contusioned
domination templed
other peoples' independence
exceptionally unexampled

best of the west invested
unrivaled litany of
unadmitted mass murder)

resolutely unrepentant

humanity ditched

in god we trussed
nuclear stitched
high tech clutched
graspings thereupon,

the United States fails to see

any (quarterly interest bearing) "value"

in the lives of "others."

*

on that same crisp morning,
another unsuspecting group
of under"valued" "others"

were still mourning
a prominent clan leader
and devoted husband

revered for his efforts
at peacemaking,

who was on his way home
from a visit with
the president of Puntland,

a semi-autonomous state
that considers itself
to be part of Somalia,

a poor bedraggled land
the still at large
(ordered border hoarding
social uplift unaffording
diplomacy discording
bullying and lording)
failed democracy
that
usurped the name of an entire hemisphere

can't seem to keep itself from terrorising,

when a drone came out
of
a lovely blue sky

and incinerated him.

*

not very far from that
coveted "point of interest"

in yet another
grievously tortured land

denied any vestige
of sovereignty
or dignity

where even the simple grace
of recognising
a genocide
can't seem be traced

a blistered and cold
emotionally exhausted child

in the tatters of another year's
too small coat

huddled in the corner
of a wind shaken tent

without even
the frail comfort
fading from
a
one-eyed teddy bear

(lost the last time
they had to flee)

took it into
his
still fluttering heart

to whisper 'ameen.'

*

(passed along
in the buddy can't you spare
a person or an unpersoned
dime haunted chimes
of
a 'self' obsessed tin dinned
sin winded time 🪽
by
- Alfonso the Wisened Mouse 🐾)