How will I die?
Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2004 5:58 pm
With scant regard for recent discussions on the possible future fate of others I consider my own plight, as I'm wont to do healthily, frequently. As the horror movie we call the 6 o'clock news informs us of yet another appalling act, this time in Madrid; I am forced to reflect once again on the consequence of belief, dogma and fanaticism driven by vengeance and frustration. Here is another set of verses (doggerel
) that found their way to paper partly as a consequence of 9, 11 Bali and so on.
How are we to transcend this psychological loop that chains all cultures to these nightmarish occurences? When I look at the bigoted righteousness in Christian fundamentalism; the fanatical Islamists and the belligerent Zionists; what does the crystal ball reveal? I despair at times that human-kind can ever divert from the pathways defined for us all.
May insight and compassion awaken intelligence
May the light in the land of plenty shine on the truth someday.
Meanwhile;------
Watch Out Jack!
Taken to the skyway, a madman's heyday,
Never know who may, make another devil play.
A roll with loaded dice, a shortcut to paradise,
Martyrs with a soul to sell, fast track to a cold hell.
A roundabout of no win, delusional and taken in,
Scripted dogma on the brain, precipitates a hard rain.
Hey, watch out Jack! crazy reaper right on track,
Take you down with a suicide pact.
Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason. Heard the call to a fatal season.
Virus on the 'super-highway' fibre optic data slay.
Digital terror on the move, hackers with a grudge to prove.
Drain accounts by net connection, no guarantee of protection.
Electronic world of plunder, Wall street gamblers going under.
Speculation torn asunder, the devastated smart-suit wonder.
Hey watch out Joe! Where to go? Caught up in the undertow.
Wheels of fortune turn around, stocks and shares come crashing down.
Jammed up on the motor-way, trapped another gridlock day.
Modern world falls in decay, is this just another cliché?
Trucks and cars, all too soon, crawling down the road to ruin.
Choking up the earth and sky, directions have gone all awry.
Profits for the very few, we're chewing on the residue.
Hey watch out Jim! Sink or swim, reeling, gasping, floundering.
Pumping oil and gasoline, tar and concrete smear the scene.
Spreading death, barely alive. Taken on a poison drive.
Rust, corrosion, air is rotten, riding in a four wheel coffin.
(c) J.W.
Regards, Owl in shock.

How are we to transcend this psychological loop that chains all cultures to these nightmarish occurences? When I look at the bigoted righteousness in Christian fundamentalism; the fanatical Islamists and the belligerent Zionists; what does the crystal ball reveal? I despair at times that human-kind can ever divert from the pathways defined for us all.

May insight and compassion awaken intelligence

Meanwhile;------
Watch Out Jack!
Taken to the skyway, a madman's heyday,
Never know who may, make another devil play.
A roll with loaded dice, a shortcut to paradise,
Martyrs with a soul to sell, fast track to a cold hell.
A roundabout of no win, delusional and taken in,
Scripted dogma on the brain, precipitates a hard rain.
Hey, watch out Jack! crazy reaper right on track,
Take you down with a suicide pact.
Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason. Heard the call to a fatal season.
Virus on the 'super-highway' fibre optic data slay.
Digital terror on the move, hackers with a grudge to prove.
Drain accounts by net connection, no guarantee of protection.
Electronic world of plunder, Wall street gamblers going under.
Speculation torn asunder, the devastated smart-suit wonder.
Hey watch out Joe! Where to go? Caught up in the undertow.
Wheels of fortune turn around, stocks and shares come crashing down.
Jammed up on the motor-way, trapped another gridlock day.
Modern world falls in decay, is this just another cliché?
Trucks and cars, all too soon, crawling down the road to ruin.
Choking up the earth and sky, directions have gone all awry.
Profits for the very few, we're chewing on the residue.
Hey watch out Jim! Sink or swim, reeling, gasping, floundering.
Pumping oil and gasoline, tar and concrete smear the scene.
Spreading death, barely alive. Taken on a poison drive.
Rust, corrosion, air is rotten, riding in a four wheel coffin.
(c) J.W.

Regards, Owl in shock.