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WAR FIGHTS LOVE (a spoem –spokenword poem– read at various poetry places)
War has a vendetta, Love, it believes, is a LIE! War is objectively pragmatic and will solve this last CRISIS or die! --now that all are on their knees and only the lie of love stands in the way like a tease! War is omni-potent With trillions of super-sophisticated violence and all governments At its fingertips. Love is silent, as tho waiting for War to make its final move. War moves deliberately at medium speed Firing fifty nuke missiles from ten subs around the Earth Love responds with One billion people suddenly daring trusting touches with each other and Finding profound successes. Fifty nukes converge in pin-point accuracy on Love And just as they race closest at thousands of miles per hour War stops the nukes from exploding at the last instant Just to SNEER at "love" AND THEN 200 million blowjob commandos pop up EVERYWHERE dressed (or undressed) so radically, so PROVOCATIVELY, That 90% of War's deeply tooled professionals can't help but melt Before the AUDACITY, the SHEER inanity, Their mouths hanging open in secretly desperate desire... ...War's hovering missiles remain, War taken aback. Love daintily frees 500 trillionaires to run, everywhere, throwing invitations to WILDER PARTIES across the world (and means to get there, all for free) than you may dare imagine! War, regaining its composure, and scowling at such ludicrousy, Explodes the nukes upon Love, Seemingly obliterating 1/4 of the Earth in an instant. Love instantly transforms the resulting hellfires that maim and kill the unfortunate bystanders (and catapult them into their worst fears) into Most Desired Bliss, Transforming the HORROR and the PAIN Into the LOUD, LOVED MUSIC of their choices and off float or swim 400 million lives Becoming gigantic or microscopic, radicalized butterflies. War is not amused and deploys 100 million robot tanks and self-propelled bomb guns Smashing and crushing all in their path, blasting and vaporizing, destroying, continually deploying, deploying, deploying-- Love over-rides the robots' conditioning, teaching them, convincing them, That they are SO MUCH MORE and they stop in their war tracks and thinking things through, begin to relax And Love sends hordes of Crazy people to hop on their armored backs --Crazy people who intuitively know how to excellently touch and tickle Robots who never knew of such a way! War's jowels shake in angry frustration As its fingers type in the automated codes of space-based lasergun formations Which are pre-powered with the strength of a small sun Love deflects the blastbeams back at War Metaphorically Showing how War's such a bore! And War falls back in its chair shaking it's head with its forever fear fare Only to be beseiged by 500 million little kids of all species and races --Toddlers, puppies, kittens, you name it, warming up to War, yet... Wanting to play war no more! Other poetry/spoken word we ORrioRs are inspired by: Look up John Trudell on Youtube; thehumanrevolution.org; (and lotz more, but i can't remember 'em rite now) Have others that inspire you? Share! (if you dare)
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