Undeclared Wars

War on reason  war on logic
war on wisdom  war on knowledge
wars on honesty and facts and proof.
       War on history and its sister memory
       war on the elderly  war on the youth.

War on transparency  war on the truth
war on whistleblowers  war on their leaks
wars on freedom  of thought and of speech
       War on the person  war on the family
       war on the poor  war on humanity
       and wars on liberty  justice and peace

but never a war on these wars or on war
while the devil's sedulous next-level whores
find themselves howling for more without cease.

As unsurprising  as the rising sun later setting
the sad fact is   that all of these rabid jackals
       when not howling find themselves yelping

for more  and more-effective mental shackles
to further nurture the ignorance of the sheep
strengthen their weakness  deepen their sleep
and squelch  any notion they might be holding
       of bolting from their pens and running free;

for more of anything
to cull or otherwise silence  any defiantly curious
                     members  of the generally stolid flock
should they pause long enough to ever take stock
       and having seen the light  unite in opposition;

for more of anything   to help sow the seeds
       of those fiendish crops   discord and division;
of anything   to slash paths and sweep streets
       in perpetual efforts to remove all obstructions

as a means to allow
the monstrously foul and filthy elites
to get away clean with their theft and corruption.

Topping all of this off   rubbing salt in our wounds
with a smug celebration of supranational force
              in praise  of the plainly insatiable beast
              of the empire's endless undeclared wars

the ruling class toasts its obedient thugs
with a tip of its glass to this last but not least
war   on all those opposed to being jabbed
       with Globocap's latest
       provably-dangerous  state-mandated drugs

              as informed consent and bodily autonomy
              are however implausibly  barbarically cast
                                   as criminally selfish relics
                                   of an instantly primitive past.

Imbued with the hubris  of technocratic madness
the reigning  god-complex-addled parasitic classes
       — drunk on the punch of utopian delusions —

find themselves deaf
to their human playthings' painful screams
       in line  with the overriding guiding principle
              that the ends invariably  justify the means.

From his lofty perch near the top of the earth, Korvus observes the whirling world of humans, with equal parts wonder, disgust, and amusement. Korvus is the author of the unpublished book "RED PILL POEMS: The Poetry of Empire, Politics and Power" and may be reached at ravenzroost@protonmail.com Read other articles by Korvus.