World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
We live on WeaponWorld. Why not PeaceWorld? How would that work? What should we expect? Has that transition been discussed to your satisfaction, or was it suppressed?
I'm slopping a ladle full of forbidden PeaceWorld Mulligan Stew onto your WeaponWorld prison zinc tray. Next!
Nous habitons la terre en armes. Pourquoi pas au monde paisible ? Comment cela marcherait-il ? Cette transition t'a-t-elle été discutée de façon satisfaisante ou supprimée ?
Je te verse une louchée interdite de Ragout Mulligan du monde paisible sur ton zinc pénitentiaire de la terre en armes. Au suivant !
World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
PeaceWorld or death 2
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PeaceWorld or death
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Le monde paisible ou la mort
WORLD WAR COVID GUERRE MONDIALE
From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld
Learner, begin
Poems, mine and theirs
PeaceWorld or death 2
For everyone who can tell good from evil
For those who can’t
For everyone.
On our WeaponWorld, soon burnt to dusty ash
Rather stay alive on PeaceWorld
Garden Eden, feed every baby
All of us to come, on our honor
PeaceWorld was poisoned during the Garden of Eden
A hand grenade dropped in a mouthy baby’s carriage
Poisoned in the Garden of Eden by the serpent (DNA?)
Cast out and cursed for learning good from evil
Smiles are good, evil hurts deeper
That gut feeling: the Holy Spirit most people share
Left by Christ in His agony, as our Comforter
It fosters truth, abundance and justice among us
Beasts otherwise outside of common blood
Pending His Return to take us home.
The way the beloved Son of a scowling recluse billionaire
Sneaks His sketchy companions
We the conscientious accursed by God
Into His scowling Dad’s house, Villa Paradise.
We are blessed with the Holy Ghost, yet
Unforgiven by God for our blasphemes against it
Each one in favor of evil
Hour by hour and day after day
That which God does not forgive, since Adam and Eve
A hand grenade dropped in a mouthy baby’s carriage
Don’t think of an elephant’s lightbulb
By God
For our sins.
You the conscientious, who agree in principle
You outnumber the psycho-sociopaths
Who are in pathocracy, blind “control” because ignorant
Devoid of knowledge or understanding
So they cannot blaspheme against ghostly holy spirits
Thus forgiven their centuries of lies, waste and terror
While we, the cursed conscientious, suffer at their hands
Can you imagine that cavernous hole in their brain?
The entire calculus of good and evil in the universe
Full adrenalin dump of real time video in 3-D and quantum time
Ask any crowd with a conscience what it would do in some random scenario?
The answers will be the same across broad swaths of population
Some cosmic black box plays deadpan blackjack
With conscientious players, each his own deal
The psychopaths are stunt people who improvise a lot,
They fall less often into conscientious routines
They accelerate lies, waste and terror
Their game never ends, never was fair or safe
Plus they change the rules
To take over once again
They propose prior loser schemes bound to fail again
Once they let the acceptable remainder fail
While WeaponWorld grooms its next generation of pathocrats
And the next generation of their conscientious victims.
Well! All that languid bandwidth in pathocratic brains
With no such crazy math, yawning chasm of boredom!
Might as well torment those who can tell good from evil
Like rubber ducks on a shooting gallery at the fair
Easy prey if one is prudent, to ward off cosmic boredom
Gotta be careful about numbers of targeted attacks
And about those who might come back for revenge.
But global torment accelerates by addiction
Until society is executed by optimized weapons.
Like I said before, the conscientious outnumber the pathocrats and their sociopaths by a lot
In great minority, they only rule with our consent, under blind mutual coercion.
Without that fuss, what need for war, revolution and turmoil?
At those odds, it is no longer a fight
Rather like diapering a baby very carefully
No more bloodshed than normal
And soon much less down to blood drives all by themselves.
They are outnumbered. No getting abound it. Everywhere. All the time.
They are just as trapped as we.
No mutual liberation, no mutual survival.
It is not an overthrow, not a revolution
No call for sacrificial waves against a tyrants’ tanks
No torture chambers no escalating violence
Not just another random revolution recorded by history
Carried out with, by and for WeaponWorld
It is time for our phase shift
Transparency and sincerity
Tyranny confronts its hollow core and crumbles.
Replaced by the voice of reason
Discussed broadly during democratic local elections
Honest vote counts proportional to resources and needs
A World Agora of politics, commerce and learning
A world Mayor’s Office
Many more Learner passion projects
PeaceWorld, Eden, feed all the babies
Maybe a little success for a change?
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