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War
Baby, war is hell.
Lives have no real meaning there.
Love for sure is gone.
2 22 2012 A. Hernandez
Carting
Creepy poetry for today. You know because it Halloween. I wrote this one a long time ago before the twin towers attack in 2000.
Bomb blasted eyes like falling red stars
Showering down from the filthy sky,
Landing near their toes, not too far from where they lie
Holding heavy guns and handy bombs and waiting to die.
Foreign creatures from afar
Appearing from behind iron curtains,
Shrieking war cries, trampling, galloping towards war,
With sharpened spears certain
To slice head and open guts
Certain to spill blood in lots.
On both sides now, reaching for peace are warriors rising towards God.
The end has been started,
Thus then the dead be carted.
Carting By Arturo Hernandez 9-15-2000
The Overkill and the Men
From Rhythm And Dime, And Then Some Slime and other Scanned Poems 1985 / A. Hernandez 6 1 1989
The sparkle way up high on the hill blinded
My eyes.
The shine made by metal struck me hard so i
Began to cry.
Down it came, like a rush of tornado wind,
Tearing trees apart.
Quickly it fell upon me and my friends,
Striking our hearts.
The war machine had started and the smoke
Choked the animals.
Blood sprayed, and the green turn into bright
Red among the dead.
The war machine had started and love
Departed.
Their blades and cannons cracked the air,
Our knives and bombs seeding despair.
And once the end comes, no one will
Be overcome, no one will be over run.
A. Hernandez 6 1 1989
Roses Are Dead
(7-16-87 A. Hernandez inspired by the cold war at the time.)
Roses are dead
violets are blue
the world is dead
the world is blue
Man is gone
Woman to
Race is run
death is true
The bomb has done
Waste to all
Ash I’ve become
In clumps I fall
Fire and Fear
Death rules here
Mother I fear
Dead I fear
7-16-87 A. Hernandez
Together
A. Hernandez 7-11-1986 – An Early (of mine) Anti-War Anti-Cold War Poem
Bomb me, bomb you
Kill children, a death
Or two, a bomb for you?!
A life for all
A day for all
A night for all
Let’s not end it all.
Come together brothers
And sisters,
Fathers and mothers,
Friends and lovers,
Come free the hate
That eats at us
Free the people, free
The children
Let’s live together
Let’s live forever
Love me, love you
Still the children, a life
Or two, a love for you.
a. Hernandez 7-11-1986
War Makes
A. Hernandez 3/1 2022
War is mean, meaningless,
Mangles
Shreds
Rips apart
Homes
Families.
Makes homeless
Makes widows
Makes orphans
Makes heartaches
Makes death
Makes destruction
Makes me sad
Makes me angry
Makes me want to say
“Fuck off .”
Yet it is something
Humans
Can’t seem to prevent.
Is it that hard to figure out what War
Makes?
A. Hernandez 3/1 2022
The Fletcher Memorial Home by Roger Waters
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home
A little place of their own
The Fletcher Memorial Home
For Incurable Tyrants and Kings
And they could appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V
To make sure they’re still real
It’s the only connection they feel
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisley
“Hello Maggie!”
Mr. Brezhnev and party
“Scusi dov’è il bar?”
The ghost of McCarthy
And the memories of Nixon
“Who’s the bald chap?”
“Good-bye!”
And now, adding colour
A group of anonymous Latin-American meat packing glitterati
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles
And amuse themselves playing games for awhile
Boom-boom, bang-bang
Lie down, you’re dead
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favourite toy
They’ll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for Colonial
Wasters of Life and Limb
Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied
Goodbye Mark
Today I saw my best friend’s head blow into the wind
Rush, bits of flesh like smoke floating to the rice paddies.
I watched as bullets ripped his limbs apart like a useless
Ragdoll. And could only see the hate rage for the enemy
High above the pain caused by the hurt in my lonely heart.
Sprayed across a field were tiny pieces of my friend’s
Now gone past, present, and future. Cast away by a god
Because of the wars we wage, so sick a manner to
Encompass, so hard to digest and I throw up. I cried
For many years, now it is 1989 and I will remember my
Friend today.
A. Hernandez 1-25-1989
The Gunners Dream by Roger Waters
(One of my favorite Pink Floyd songs. Very deep and powerful. A classic cold war song. It did not make the popular ranks, very underrated song. There is a video at the end with Roger in it at the piano.)
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma
After the service, when you’re walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay, enough to eat
Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what’s more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don’t blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
No one kills the children anymore
Night after night, going ’round and ’round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What’s done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed
Poems by Arturo Hernandez 