Category Archives: Slaughter

You

You never tell me whether you like my stuff, okay, what am I looking for, praise?

The end of days.

Lost in a maze.

See through the haze.

Is that the white flag of peace I see through the smoke or a bloodstained bandage, give my heart ease.

The turmoil and the tumult batter on.

When peace comes war is gone.

So I die and no one knows.

Do you prefer poetry or prose?

God knows.

Tich Ennis

23rd June, 2017

When

When quantum computing comes all codes will be crackable, that includes Russian, American and Chinese and what have you.

And terrorists and drug dealers too.

It will be an open book if you want to take a look.

That will give the security services something to do, pornographers look out.

There’s a spy about.

The truth will find you out.

At leat I hope so, God willing.

Are you the full shilling?

I look forward to the truth.

I have since youth.

Okay, so your missile codes are known.

Will you be blown up alone?

Call a help line on the phone.

When secrecy and double dealing ends will we be friends?

When hatred ends.

I pen a line or two to you now and then.

I’m heartsick, sore and sorry until when?

Tich Ennis

22nd June, 2017

Axe

Everyone has an axe to grind.

When I say everyone I mean nearly everyone, do you mind?

Take the media, for example.

Look at a cross sample.

Video, print, whatever.

Are they objective never?

Hardly ever.

Similarly in politics and people supporting football teams.

Fairness? Honesty? In your dreams.

My country right or wrong is an old song.

As some black guy said, why can’t we get along?

His name was Rodney King if memory serves me right.

The white police were spoiling for a fight.

Goodnight.

Who knows wrong from right?

We have wars, dislike and hate because we choose.

That is the news.

No wonder black men sang the blues.

You would in their shoes.

In wars we lose.

How many dead and wounded on both sides?

As fish in the sea in waves and tides.

Pick up the pieces after, son or daughter, from the slaughter.

A child knows peace is best.

Harmony, music, a friend and the rest.

Out of the mouths of babes came forth the truth.

Must young men die in youth?

I say no.

And so I go.

Tich Ennis

18th June, 2017

Rules Are For Fools

An indirect acquaintance of mine was in the U.N. army in Bosnia during the war.

That’s what the U.N. is for.

He and his comrades stood idly by while seven thousand men and boys were marched off to die.

I mean, be shot.

You probably heard of it, you hear a lot.

He said he felt awful, but what could he do?

I ask you.

The bloody bloodstained U.N. rules allowed them to do nothing, the fools.

If your house was on fire would you go on watching television? Oh well.

Welcome to Hell.

Rules are for normal circumstances not abnormal ones.

God preserve us from people with guns.

A man in Dublin would not leave a restaurant on fire because he paid for his steak.

The firemen dragged him out or else we would be at his wake.

For Heaven’s sake.

Some Irish guy said we’re Irish, we don’t do rules.

Now and then maybe but not always, we’re not all fools.

In dictatorships everything not compulsory is illegal.

Do rules apply to a Golden Eagle?

Tich Ennis

16th June, 2017