Centenary Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Centenary



100 years since that war and the mighty are dressed
in their fine uniforms and holding hollow speeches.
For some the strutting about is triumphalism, but we
cannot say so, but the British and French feel smug.
The rusty/ gold prince is there too and his underlings
have tearful eyes, he is so elegant and has tons of
self assurance. There are many other royals too but
the TV dwell mostly on the British nobles, this mainly
because they know how to wear a uniform with style.
This glorifying of war showing of the latest weaponry
buying and selling of deaths while we say things like:
'We must not forget.' Forget what! This pornography
of violence on our screen day and night, yet we must
not mention the reasons, money lent and money borrowed.
As for now a river of blood runs in Gaza.

Thursday, September 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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