The Chosen Ones – 3rd June 2025

We’ll educate the natives by musket and disease,

A hand on the Bible, our Lord manifests destiny,

So empowered by his word to do as we may please,

By blanket and buffalo, erase from sea to sea.



Subjugate with murder on our ancestors’ claims,

A pilgrimage of plunder when holding all the aces,

Building castles from the bones of their remains,

We’re the chosen ones among the many races.



With our fingers crossed as our promises made,

Based on the righteousness of words we twisted,

The victims of our genocides forever displayed,

Warning that our bloodlust may never be resisted.



Unbelievers, impure, will succumb to subjugation,

Fire and brimstone await those we deem sinners,

Suffer little children, bend a knee for your nation,

We will write the history, for we are the winners.


Charlie Zero The Poet Music picks & Reviews #22 and my quick thoughts:

The Omnific – Good stuff and new to me. The bass playing is obviously super interesting and though I guess it is a little on-the-nose in places, talent can’t be denied. Gonna check out the rest of their catalogue.

Abstract Household Warfare – After The Omnific this is too experimental to dig right now. Right now, I need rhythm!

ADR – The concept and execution behind this is very good indeed. I checked out his other album THROAT which brought to mind Senyawa and Dokaka. Interesting but not me today.

group A – When a band describes themselves as a Japanese industrial / avant-garde synth duo you never know what you might get. Interesting stuff and would be cool to see in a dark illegal warehouse.

Blarf – Some great fucked up hip-hop (I suppose) and some whacked out noise. It seems that I’m all about the rhythm today and so this one only hits in places.

Weird selection that started off nicely for me and got my attention again at the end.

You Can’t Wash It Away – 2nd March 2025

Shared with dVerse Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements – my chosen element being earth.


The blood spills to dampen the desert;
a dusted red mochi forms.
These plains become a fertile crescent
once more.

The storm forms, a raining of boots;

Mud made men without meaning – cold earth
enveloped those troops.


A coward hides to snipe;
pap, put, pup – he spits.



Thunderfire singes the old roots
before boats rise from underground;
where seeds now drown
in the red-rushed dirt of oblivion


The bones of the buried found
haunt forever those lost in the victory
amongst the deadly bloom together

Christmas In Gaza – 18th December 2024

Article at sbs.com.au

Love and peace to all men
Your silent night, broken again
Tidings of comfort and joy
Burst wide open as bombs deploy

A Christmas, warm and bright
Lit by a white phosphorus light
Celebrating the birth of hope
Where none is found under microscope

The platitudes of seasonal cheer
Have lost all their meaning here
Peace unto you, my brother
“All I want for Christmas is my mother”

Shared with Poets and Storytellers United – holiday anxieties

This Is Not Disneyland – 3rd December 2024

One person’s Thanksgiving
Is often another’s mourning
We cannot turn back time
To present ourselves a warning

A promise to be kept
And treaties not to be broken
Communities of peace
Only words of love are spoken

Thank and pray to your gods
Whether the land or in the air
The family together
Brings their humanity to bear

Would we turn back the time
To share the freedom with others?
Give up some pumpkin pie
For all our sisters and brothers?

Shared with Reena’s Xploration Challenge #358 – How would you like to celebrate Thanksgiving?

Thomas On The Fence – 26th October 2024

I don’t know what I believe anymore
The fence gets more comfortable every day
The Holocaust, massacres and genocides
Did they really happen that way?

Is it all a facade, my own Truman Show?
Is the grass actually greener over there?
To discover my world was built on lies
I wish to remain blissfully unaware

Now reality assaults me at every turn
Left guilty and helpless at the pain
Paralysed by the bystander syndrome
The fence is where I choose to remain

Beaten Heart – 24th October 2024

And so it must be repeated…

…when the cat scratches at the door wanting to be let in
come, come

And so it must be repeated…

…when screeches of missiles fly overhead
run, run

And so it must be repeated…

…when Mama’s voice soothes the frayed edges
there, there

And so it must be repeated…

…when the fringe comes to the centre
win, win

And so it must be repeated…

…when the image of the devil is hailed as a hero
praise, praise

And so it must be repeated…

…when all the signs of dying breaths disappear
gone, gone

And so it must be repeated…

…when the locks are bolted after sunset
tight, tight

And so it must be repeated…

…when shiny ribbons emerge from the dust
curiouser and curiouser

And so it must be repeated…

…when the tide rises to overwhelm the bloodied sands
rush, rush

And so it must be repeated…

…when the swarm of flies search for new flesh
buzz buzz

And so it must be repeated…

…when the ghoulish fiends build castles on the haunted beach
higher and higher

And so it must be repeated…

…when the night breaks so does the heart
beat

beat

beat

Shared with dVerse Poetics: Of Mantras, Repetita Juvant and The Sunday Whirl Wordle 676 and inspired by this post at Sunra Rainz

DeathBringer – 8th October 2024

We can’t take them back
Their cries already ignored
Boats delivered murder
By guns, disease and sword
Ever pushing forward
In search of more reward
Broken promises betrayed
The trust in your accord

Beat down any rebellion
By sowing the seeds of discord
Masters of death and starvation
Even beyond the Golden Horde
All done with Bible in hand
And in the name of your Lord
Better this place was left alone
In peace and unexplored

Shared with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Unexplored. It got dark quickly!

The Great Satan – 1st October 2024

Now settled in for the greatest joyful genocide
Where evil is no longer ashamed to hide
Death and mutilation a spectacle cheered
No prayers answered or conscience cleared

A playground of rubble where the children lay slain
Brothers mop up the body parts that remain
Rag-dolled and ruined by murderous intent
Fires fanned by despair of the innocent

A holy hand grenade signed and sent with a laugh
Floating ashes never find peace on this path
This fertile ground may never satisfy the beast
Once the Great Satan has been unleashed