Against the Next War

We Are Now Ten

First we were one. Then seeming within a breathless moment, Matthias joined.  After that, we were seven. And now, before a full week has gone by, we are ten.

Please read the poem, “Against the Next War“.

Then join us in solidarity against the next war.  You know one is coming, right?  It will not cost you a thing to oppose it.  Not a thing.  But it just might do some good in this world.  What are you waiting for?

Simply post a link on your blog to the poem.  You can even write something of your own to go along with the link.

Please act now!

Matthias

Kat

Bruce

Sid

Patrick

Jane

Kate

Ivor

Tylor

Me

Against the Next War

“And Now We Are Seven”– Update on “Against the Next War” for August 15, 2018

(About a 2 minute read)

Smedley Darlington Butler was a two-time medal of honor recipient who retired from the United States Marine Corps as a Major General in 1931. During his time in the Corps, General Butler had served in numerous American conflicts from China to Haiti.

When he retired he went on an immediate cross-country speaking campaign against US wars of aggression. He informed his audiences that such wars were unjust, and served only the purposes of the powerful bankers who funded them, and the arms manufacturers who profited from them.

His message was so well-received by the American people that General Butler was encouraged to write a short book on what goes on behind the scenes to bring about wars of aggression. He summarized the matter in these words:

“War is a racket. It always has been. It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives. A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small ‘inside’ group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war a few people make huge fortunes.”​

Contrary to the naivete of some people both then and now, General Butler was under no illusions that America’s wars of aggression were begun and fought for profit. You can read his entire short book here.

We are now seven.  Seven bloggers from around the world who have united in the hope of starting a movement to oppose wars of aggression initiated by any nation.  Our names are Matthias, Kat, Bruce, Sid, Patrick, Jane, and me.  Please consider joining us in this cause.

You can help this worthy movement grow and go viral. You can make a difference — especially now, when it’s only three days old.

Simply link to this poem on your blog, or share it with your friends or on any social media site.  If you feel like it, both link to it and post your own take on wars of aggression encouraging others to join the cause.

Remember: In an age when even cat pics can go viral, there is no reason this movement cannot go viral too.  It’s up to you.

Thank you.

Against the Next War

Update: Against the Next War (August 14, 2018)

Today, the “Kurze Geschichten” blog published an extraordinarily powerful anti-war poem, thus becoming the fifth site now to join the movement. You can find their poem here.

You can also find the original poem here, along with a list of the other sites that have joined.

On the eve of the Iraq War, I was talking about the looming conflict with a man who was a heavy Fox viewer.  I told him how I was worried about the people who would be killed if we went to war.

He replied that only 160 or so soldiers had died in the Gulf War, that this war was unlikely to be much different.

I said, “It’s not our soldiers I’m worried about.  It’s their conscripts and non-combatants I’m worried about.  They will see hell.”

“Yes”, he replied, “But they don’t count.  They’re brown.”

He was serious.

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Against the Next War

(About a 3 minute read)

The internet has made it now
Bound to happen
Tomorrow or the year after.
Bound to happen.

Maybe.
Up to you.

The politicians and the preachers,
The two dogs of the capitalist class,
Will once again want a war,
Just as they always do.

War to them is a gift, you see,
It’s not personal, it’s not their blood.
But war makes some folks rich
And you will never change that,
You will never change that,
Though the dogs will bark it’s not so.

A war of aggression
Against some people somewhere,

Most likely brown,
Most likely poor,
Most likely weak,
Most likely no real threat.

War for the sake of the banks
And for the merchants of death.
War for the sake of the pulpit,
And for the corridors of power.

But not a war for the sake
Of you and of me. We don’t count.
Our side is the one side
That has never counted.
Never.

That’s how war goes, it’s always been so
And it’s bound to happen again,
Soon happen again.

This is your world,
How it really is —
The world you think,
The world you were taught,
The gods want you to live in and love
Them more than you love each other.

In your world are great nations:
Nations the greatest in history,
Nations with the power of suns,
A thousands suns,
To do good, make truths come true
For even the poor man, the poor woman,
The poor child. Make truths come true.

But these nations,
Nations great and greatest,
Act only like whores,
Filthy whores,
Fucking folks raw,
Spreading their diseases,
Recruiting new girls,
Ever younger girls
To fuck you, to fuck all of you,
To fuck everyone.

This is your world
Your world without end.

But now someday you see

Someday now for once it will happen
For once it will stop
Stop the day they give a war
And you
You rise up, join hands
By the millions, possibly billions,
Linked together by the net
And by love, and by common sense.

At last,
At last you will rise, singing
“At last my spirit shall have water!
At last my cries shall be heard!
At last my thirst shall be slaked!”

Yes, you will rise up and you will say
In a voice thunderous and magnified
By the whole world joining in,

Say, “Those people are our friends,
We chat with them by day and by night.
We know their hopes, we know their dreams,
We know their troubles, we know their fears.
We know them, we know their names.

“Jane and Matthias. Terese and Sindhuja.
Mark, Parikhitdutta, and Min.

We even marry them now and then —
They shall not this time be murdered.

“You will not touch them,
Our brothers, our friends;
This once the bombs won’t fall.
This once the bombs won’t fall.
You politicians and preachers,
You capitalists and bankers all —
This once the bombs won’t fall.”

Yet you know it will ever be a dream
Just a dream, just a mere dream.
It will ever be a dream
If you, if we, keep on dividing,
Never uniting, never joining,
But instead just staying, just keeping,
To my echo chamber or to yours.

So let’s come together
Let’s come together,
Let’s come together.

So let’s come together
Before the nukes fall,
Before the demons fall.
Before we die in the winter,
And we come together
Never once come together at all.

 


Please seriously consider spreading this poem — spreading it to your site, to the social media sites — in an effort to make it go viral. We need it viral well before the next war, we need folks mulling over the idea of rebelling against the violence. Spread this poem and then you too write — write about the ideas presented in the poem. For you, for your brothers and for your sisters, for your children after you — stop the wars of aggression!

Please Note: Matthias has responded by dedicating his poem, Pooling Strength, to this cause.

Bruce has reposted the poem on “The Life and Times of Bruce Genencser“.

Kat has responded by posting this article: I Don’t Know Anything About War.