Collage Isabel Ros López; originals by Romain Morel and Daniel Jensen
These poems were written during the invasion and bombings of Iraq and Afghanistan early this century
Might The greedy eagles instead of soaring up high just to show us how flying can be are planning to fall like a ton of bricks on the backs and skulls of defenceless people who have caused them NO HARM.
Hawks Incursion is forced penetration is rape demolishing homes rendering the people homeless. Where are they supposed to go? Hawk is another word for serial killer using weapons that destroy masses of people and livelihoods.
Forked Tongue1After the Sept 11th attack on the twin towers and subsequent bombing on Afghanistan He looked so sweet so moved so sincere so puppet like -so muppet like- so surreal It was so very unreal… "These people -he said- have no regard -oh regard- for the sanctity of human life" Guess what he did next? Tony boy joined the W boy and proceeded to bomb life out of it's sanctity away from this island away from the -oh so wild- West…
Contrast The wind brings over smell of gunpowder faint clouds of smoke the fireworks display has begun… as every year the unseen is seen in London people take to the streets in the thousands all going to the common land -for not all of it is common, you see?- to find the best spot from which to watch the sky catch fire in an orchestrated dance of visual explosions Children's voices fill the air people sell fluorescent toys the trail of rockets crosses the sky and my trail of thoughts crosses the planet… Whilst we watch in admiration this playful display in front of the moon bombs are dropping over many of us -for it is not “others”, you know?- The voices of fear the voices of horror fill the air a stark contrast of immediacy some run for our lives whilst some lay asleep in a permanent siesta It is a living lie in the midst of truthful horror I talk to myself and say "keep it to yourself people are enjoying themselves what right do you have to dispel their temporary joy?" I agree with myself disagree with myself "But this is all going on what right have we to enjoy in pretension that some of us are not dying and being dispossessed of joy?" I don't answer and I don't mention I obey half of me whilst my other half feels devastation and solitude.
Conscience When the morning light came to kiss my forehead I kissed it back and praised the courage of all peace warriors and the spoken objections that dissolve the illusion of the killing consensus.
Clever Fools The voice of reason wants to get us all blown into smithereens… Dreams of empire won't leave us alone… We are still living under the rule of old Rome "We are better than you deserve better than you we are superior to you we are the brain, you are the body we are the mind, you are the matter we control you serve we know better, so this is better for you too" You clever fools if you carry on like this it will not be long before the water from the rivers you poison reaches your own lips… not long before the life-giving rays of the sun burn your skin with the fallout of a nuclear blast.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Material should not be published in another periodical before at least one year has elapsed since publication in Whispering Dialogue. *أن لا يكون النص قد تم نشره في أي صحيفة أو موقع أليكتروني على الأقل (لمدة سنة) من تاريخ النشر. *All content © 2021 Whispering Dialogue or respective authors and publishers, and may not be used elsewhere without written permission. جميع الحقوق محفوظة للناشر الرسمي لدورية (هَمْس الحِوار) Whispering Dialogue ولا يجوز إعادة النشر في أيّة دورية أخرى دون أخذ الإذن من الناشر مع الشكر الجزيل