Machinations of Nations

 

Greetings new players!

Welcome to puppeted layers

In the machinations of nations.

Forget strictures from naysayers,

They did not receive invitations...

 

Our phrases are without tricks.

But we hope you lack a grip

On many intricate geopolitics,

When we mention the ugly snips

For these unequal conflicts...

 

Words have been misused...

We have been unfairly accused

Of being smitten with might,

With agendas hidden from sight..

These remarks leave us confused!

 

Within all that is legal,

We are here to serve the people.

We keep economies going,

And labouring cities glowing.

Ignore who does all the rowing...

The firing tanks and guns

Are meant for lasting peace.

While giving jobs to your sons,

The employment we increase.

We put safety back on the streets.

 

Everything is legit and official

How can our word be artificial?

For the sake of our designed order

Obviously we require fodder.

It is voluntary, not sacrificial!

 

There is strategy in wrath

For the unseen greater good.

Even beyond a shorter path.

But nevermind the aftermath

And the rumors of falsehood...

 

We would love hear delegations

But you see, it is already past five.

If after the machinations of nations,

You are by miracle, still alive...

Well, con-gra-tu-la-tions!

Mauro Hilário ©

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We are being fooled,

Ruled and overruled!

No favors between waivers,

Signing that disclaimer!

Avoid trouble, it’s a no-brainer...

Guinea pigs for days.

Reading fine print for daze.

The strong, never unguarded,

In the open, legally discarded.

Weaklings disregarded,

With bureaucracy bombarded...

 

An only need to know basis,

Why should we identify the basics?

Over our empty faces,

Daily, the shade is thrown.

Though nothing replaces

What by right we should own.

Impacted by secondary effects,

Blank checks, the deserved hex!

Forget what comes next...

Guess who collects?

Too far from the apex,

As much subjects as objects!

 

Go on, keep your composure,

Tighten up our enclosure!

Clear evidences? Erased!

Human dignity? Debased!

As we quietly lose exposure,

While asking for full disclosure...

Feather Drawn

 

Great masters of flight, whatever the weathers,

Their bodies covered with exclusive feathers.

The main guardians of a thousand-shaded sky,

We envy their freedom, and we all know why.

 

So, they have been hunted and domesticated,

Lately somewhat more spied on and located.

Watching them is a way to discover and atone,

Seeing true colours in more than grass or stone.

 

Such grace from the beak to the wing tips,

Following a path without borders or scripts.

Scarred by migrations in endless searches,

Building futures on trees and on churches.

 

From the most agile to the greatest kicker,

They dance and glance in a subtle flicker.

From breaking egg shells to great barriers,

Symbols of wisdom, guts and hope carriers.

 

Observing in awe their gatherings in flocks,

Or the hunting expertise of solitary hawks.

Their songs have cheered our many mornings

While their cries have given us many warnings.

 

To mythology and fantasy they are source,

To the human imagination a major endorse.

Like us, there are runners, acrobats and divers;

So, to the tests of time, also beautiful survivors.

 

After being shot, caught, sold and then bought,

For the colourful plumage we so much sought;

Their bones are hollow, but their purpose is not

For and to us, incredible things they have taught.

Rising Tide

 

Parallel to a growing pride ,

Ankles feel the water higher.

Now wetter is your stride

Forget what was once dryer.

 

Across the ages your guide,

As you travelled and escaped.

Behaviors have been modified,

And our joint destinies reshaped.

 

My unfolding has been denied,

Flat has been the will to change.

If from me you want to hide,

Venture into a mountain range.

 

For you I will not subside,

Coastlines drown and recede.

Pryor the oceans have cried

And you ignored their plead.

I’m the pathway, I decide,

Submerge under my gallop.

You, the rotting pearl inside

And I, the covering scallop.

 

Decade after decade I abide,

This toxic human narrative.
The planet’s swift suicide
In time will be imperative.

 

Because I increase my level,

Our worlds will surely collide.

Sink as my angry waves revel,

For I am the RISING TIDE!