beneath a narcissistic blue moon
a race empty of allusive ingenuity
yet, by dint of narrated tradition
perhaps only the wary Babylonians
could likely fathom an explanation
unravel the superfluous answer
solve the conundrum of life itself
sadly, wise Babylonia is no more
long since buried under Assyrian sands
The Book of Puzzlement with them
not so the riddle of ruthless death
too easy that ho-hum solution
we can shout from the rooftops
callously brag as never previous
for today we fabricate
most excellent bombs
better than yesterday’s
piss poor misfits
and tomorrow?
worthier explosives still
the finesse of cruel wipe-out is ours
any doubters?
ask the children of war
from their eclipsed graves
unblemished resting places
they sing their harrowing song
to those who will listen
- MIKE STEEDEN - 
I often think that children have the answer, Mike, if we would but listen to them but we’re too busy bombing and bragging about our might, as you say. When exactly did we stop caring about all children or has it always been so? Our shame is the lack of empathy and compassion. Mea culpa doesn’t begin to cover it.
I believe only the mothers know the answer; feel the pain, and no one ever listens to them regardless.
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I left this comment for you on Sue’s site:
wow – just wow
Thanks again Sir
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Cheers Paul.
Powerful and needed words my friend.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer.
Cheers John…appreciated.
You are welcome Mike.
Incredible poem. I tweeted it @bakeandwrite.
My thanks…truly appreciated.
Incredibly powerful piece Mike.
My thanks…appreciated.
Powerful stuff, my friend.
How the devil are you. Long time no speak…I’ve had wretched troubles on the Reader on some…just a few…blog I like, yours being one of them. This comment will mean a reboot any minute now! Whatever, good to hear from you.
Been fine, good sir. Well, except for the dread I feel over the great orange menace about to be my President. 🙂
Brexit in the UK trumped by Trump in the US. What a world we live in…the right wing have the centre ground strangled. Boy should you read the message of hate I got today from a Brexit nutter I presume to be somewhat right of centre…didn’t even approve it. I am guessing you block far more of that shit than I generally have to?
I do. I had one nut-job call me a “cunnt” earlier today. Ya know, it weakens the effectiveness of one’s insults if you can’t spell correctly.
Very good. Surely even the dyslexics could managed that one correctly…however, just in case any dyslexics are on this thread please be advised that some of my best friends can’t spell!
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Thank you Sir
Timely words, wise but there will always be war, greed and the power hungry and the innocents will suffer.
As was, as is. You are so very correct.
Like that line structure. It really works!
Thank you Daedalus Rex…much appreciated.
So powerful Mike. Fitting words for these children caught up in such horrors
Cheers Ms S.
What is this salty discharge?
Salty Discharge if I’m not mistaken were a punk band from Coventry in the late 1970’s. Hope this helps.
Ha, ha!
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Will do.
another fantastic piece of work Mike. Happy New Year sir.
Have a great year both you and yours.
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another great piece of work by my friend Mike Steeden
Cheers Roger…truly appreciated.
it needs to be seen
Wow. Your amazing imagery brings tears to my eyes. I wish you could send this to our new “president elect” and get him to finally see the light.
This one was important to me after watching the footage on the news as I wrote it. I’ve just watched your proposed new Attorney General getting quizzed live on TV. I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but what a twat…intellectually challenged or what! My apologies in advance if you like him…you know how I am!
Oh, HELL no, I don’t like ANY of them! I loved Hillary and all she had planned. I even like Bernie. But not Trump or his guys. UGH!
I know…what with what’s gone on in both the UK and the US it’s been a truly depressing time. Not for me, I’m irrelevant in that regard, but for the future of the whole planet. I would like nothing better than to be proven hopelessly wrong, it’s just that generally the lessons of history do not tell lies (as has been the case with the victors both side of the pond). Best I go have another chat with Nostradamus!
Yeah, it’s been rather depressing for me as well. I’ve never been so bothered by an election as this one. He scares the hell out of me. I’ve been wearing a shroud of depression and dread since the election.
Trump = The Emperor; Farage = Darth Vader! We are the rebels.
LOL!
It’s true though. That is how the world feels to me!
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Hello Mike sir…Really powerful stuff in this poem👍👍👍☺☺
My thanks…truly appreciated.
😊👍
N congratulations for 2k+ followers..cheers🍻
Great poem! Is the Book of Puzzlement real or a product of poetic imagination?
The Book of Puzzlement is essentially the human condition from better times…assuming there were once better times. I am not sure history backs my presumption.
So sad…
My thanks…so true.
Harshly beautiful, Good Sir. 🙂
A subject I feel strongly about.
I Got Chill’s Reading this. .Awesome Content!!
Cheers…sincere thanks for reading.
This goes right through my heart. One warlord is leaving. What is going to happen next?
Those who have blood of innocent children on their hands – how are they going to explain it to the Universe?
Never a more pertinent question. I just wish I had an answer.
Hi,
Great Poem. Well done. Love it. Keep going! All my best.
Melody…
Cheers for that Melody…appreciated.
My Pleasure Mike 🙂
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Very meaningful. It’s unfortunate the world leaders don’t think before the act.
Cheers, Scott…the sad thing is that maybe they do think?
Great, strong stuff. We don’t learn, do we.
Oh that we did, Hilary, oh that we did.