Let Us Praise the Song of Silence and Obfuscation, the Glory of Censorship
As everyone knows by now, an artificially created virus leaked from a lab in Wuhan China. It killed your Grandmother, Mother, or other, due to the outlawing of therapeutics, and the lying antics of Mr. Science the obfuscator-in-chief. You do know now that two major leaders were nearly killed by the CCP if it were not for experimental mono-clonal antibodies. The not to be named leaders of the US and UK nearly died. Unfortunately, the children are easily brainwashed with the help of congressional abusers of the truth, slaves to Marxist theories which lead to dictatorships of the elites, well intentioned but as history shows a recipe for the death of millions.
Caesar Drank the Kool-aid,Dead With Poetry
Drink the Kool-aid & eat the Fauci Lasagna
by Douglas Gilbert
Back in 2023
a few were brave enough
to believe and know the truth
about the lab leak, but
a majority
drank the Kool-aid, and
ate the Fauci Lasagna
because they thought
Karl knew best
and led the children
to accept the Chinese
coup d’etat
And now it is too late
to stop the remaining seduction
Everything is a lie,
an insipid poison
Everything lies in stages
layers of noodle jargon
cheesy slogans of deceit
First on stage was a scene where
our Karl valued Freedom of Speech
as a dear friend when he could shout
and denounce in the streets, but
young deluded Karl has told you that
Freedom of Speech (FOS) is
that canard, that Caesar; Karl said
Death to Caesar
Death to Freedom of Speech.
Oh the easily brain-washed children,
and their shameless shamen teachers
and their abusing political hacks.
No more parents, no more adults.
If I am silenced, do I agree?
I remember when as satirist
I came to interr Caesar
not to praise him
They said that Caesar
had ambitions to free the world
but failed to keep his promises
For a day I spoke when
Karl of the children did deign
to let me speak a moment
before the wrath of Xi
silenced my voice
Young Marx did love Caesar for a nanosecond
but ancient times are gone, save though
the middle kingdom rises again
They let Fauci be Brutus too
pitching the first ball
for a long journey
The journey of a ball
begins with a bat…
Drink the Kool-aid & eat the Fauci Lasagna
Marks and Angles1
An old word on a path
of a thousand miles
just a saying, hurrah
uh damn, just saying a journey
begins with a single faux pas
said Laozi
not Confucius
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More than a two-step to completion
of propaganda and subversion —
it takes a bat and a virus to conquer.
Tick-tock.
China had a plan
and knew fanfares:
peace on the road
to be woven,
friendships for
fair weather, bounties
before a storm,
a word in malice
a step,
Jane’s tale
was to fail
in bans pretty soon.
The Wuhan plague
brought chaos, and then
when all the local stores failed
the aristocrats pro temp bought them
and Jane’s requiem began to play, hey
In a word
Jane had gone batty
over the Summer:
older daughter home,
younger daughter beaten
dead by the gangs, and
the moans and groans
of the speakers droning;
Jane had gone batty
she had been annoyed by
the constant stun chants
of the Chinese lessons
mandatory to earn guanxi
as in Nineteen Eighty-Four
But she had enjoyed the fantasy
that fall would be glorious, for
the eldest jumped for joy
when accepted to
a tuition-free school
as good as Harvard, a
part of the Red Ivy League, funded by
a Confucius Friendship Society
Pandora’s virus box
had bats in it for Jane.
Her daughter indulged her
by sending hand-written messages
by the old snail-mail
It was lonely, eye damp;
all of Jane’s neighbors
took the trains out to
re-education camps.
Her daughter’s letters were
incoherent she began to think,
or was it that she was going mad?
A government grant check
came with a tech letter
asking her to memorize
the manifestoes
Pandora’s virus box
had bats in it for Jane.
Her decline was sealed
the day the grocery store
checked her credit score:
The princeling who owned it
refused to serve her because
she didn’t have enough caution
in social credits for conformity:
a black mark for twice not
wearing a red mask and
not passing her basic
Chinese language test.
All the stores had been
taken over by the princelings
after the coup d’etat, so
Jane had to walk far away
for Amerigo Supermarkets.
Walking was a complicated fate:
she had to hang with
the ‘hood committee
to negotiate with the gangs
just for a safe passage.
(The citizen’s police
had no guns anymore)
Her daughter indulged her
with an incoherent letter,
left off the “love” valediction —
no closing remarks, but
just odd disjointed slogans:
“repentance and confession,”
“remedial Mandarin,”
“Help Mom,” and
“Truly Transform”
The gangs received
new Chicago weapons,
joined the mask militia
or went back to the well
protestors
burned the Constitution
in a sunrise red fire
by the dawn’s early light
Proudly, great progress
was hailed without bullets
on the conveyance belt
and hellion roadway
John, offering hope, was long gone.
Pandora’s virus well
had bats in it for Jane.
Well, sitting at a window
Jane without living water
a heart attack
Love China,
or well
1“Faustti Poems and Jousts”
(US)
Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets 