Towards a Post War Language
by Poonam Srivistava
The time has come The people said
To talk of other things. Not of kings and crowns
Of wealth and boundries
It is time to say this loudly And In every tongue,
Damn the Damners who damn things up
Who hurt the flow so they can Grow big bellies on the bloody bodies Of Enemies, perhaps red, perhaps towelheads.
Its time to Damn the Damners who Damn things up.
Blow things up. Decimate children, people and planet.
Time now to state
We take your language of war We lay it down by the banks of the River of Humanity.
We wash your dirty words of collataral damage, Of civilian, military, peace zone, strike zone, victory, defeat,
We wash your twisted construct of logic The "We are Right and They are Wrong" The "Our way is worth the killing and the dying" The "Our guns protect our peace protect our children Our way of life"
We wash all these lies In the River of humanity And lift the Dams of War
Damnation now to the Damners.
While your war empoverishes us While your saving graces and bailouts are Reserved for the big powers of war
The people awaken and take back their voice. Your words and constructs will be Absorbed into earth's rich soil
Broken down by carbon and phosphorous Re
Bearing life's pain and pleasure
A new language will birth of the released sounds.
Will wander from the hearts and souls to Bury deep within our one earth's magma core. The volcanic heat taking us to rich red rock formation That freely stand for all life For all souls to echo voices against.
Damn the damners whose time is up
To cede to planetary peace Now no more wage slavery Debt chains holding us back from Our true roles as creators all Pleasure and pain no longer linked to Your war machine of invisible slavery.
Our world without war is born
Imagine it. Visualize it. It is so. N
Turns its ears over to the loved ones Turns away from the fear and fearmongerers That damn us and our homes.
No longer will we feed our truth as grist for the war machine. Now we work and play for creation of beauty and art
And in the natural pains and pleasures of the cycle of birth and death The 24 hours of the day The biorhythm that connects us
We will damn the damners
And free the language of love.
The language of peace.
The langage of humanity post war.
Freedom from their corporate lust.
Freedom from the consumerist diet we have assumed.
Freedom from lies of us and them and words with no meanings like democracy and socialism.
Within the new construct we will build a new economy and a new world
Damn the damners they cannot damn us with our powerful tongues now,
We are in tune with the language of love.
© Poonam Srivastava