Undeclared Wars
by Korvus Korax / June 26th, 2022
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 Korvus is the author of the unpublished book "RED PILL POEMS: The Poetry of Empire, Politics and Power" and may be reached at
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This article was posted on Sunday, June 26th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.