http://slow.writerscafe.org/anartao The original writings of author anartao en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776082203 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hatreds manufactured between fear and feigned abusesVested interests left unchecked spawn spurious excusesHistory’s pages overflow with facts long proven hollow Born to make the drums of war a beat that we will follow When the UN Security Councils permanent members top.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1994076/ The fingers keep on fighting in the trenches of the hand The bigger picture’s lost when narrow visions make demandsSlowly losing grip till just one digit’s standing tall The ruler of a crippled hand that serves no use at all  Dividing and subtracting till we&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1994073/ About the rot we find within the church, when the shepherds collude with the wolves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1759513/ The worship of the $ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1720792/ A buzzing that builds overhead, a flash from out the skyA hole where once a building stood, its occupants nearbyTwisted as they fell in shaded alabaster tones The crimson mudof dust and bloodthat coats the flesh and bones  A symbol of the mindset that see’s those around a foeAs legitimate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1674500/ Forget the noble myths you’re told of the reasons behind war,they’re honeyed words to sweeten what the common man abhors Freedom and democracy, whilst catchwords from above,disguise the stalking vulture behind the rhetoric of the dove The real reason the drumbeat sounds and the sabr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1674499/ We’ve detached our soul’s currency from the standard of goldThe tangible lost in a speculative hold Adrift in a sea of the bought and the sold, whilst these spring loaded necks nod to all that they’re told  We’re fat, bejewelled fingers with nothing to grip as the weight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1674492/ We frolicked and we played, as we teetered on the blade, insulated in our arrogance and greedWe shopped as others starved, drank as corporations carved out their profits from the lands of those in need  All the gadgets that we bought, and the pleasures that we sought, all have costs removed fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1674491/ Are we just projectiles tracing paths in space and time,trajectories determined by the heights to which we climbRandomly occurring instances of flesh and thought, observers standing distant to the world in which we’re caught Using rationale found in the tongue of the detached,a self-fulfilling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1668050/ Gadhafi and Hussein are gone, Assad is in the sights,as Western money flows to any dog that’s in the fight The enemy of our enemy, a lesson never learned,the Taliban began with Western cash their jihad earned,for the Jihadi’s were the perfect tool to fight godless communism,the peoples n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1667912/ The poet Rumi once wrote of many lamps that shine one light ,the forms and bodies vary though the same fire ignitesEach the manifestation of a single beating heart,a source for the eternal, and the light that it imparts Some become entranced though by the lamp over the flame,a narrow view that rele.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1667905/ Life’s become an upload of the crass and the mundane, connected through the chronic disconnect we try in vainto overcome via reaching out through ever present screens,a substitute for contact that disfigures and demeans     Dreams of obscene wealth, fortunes we hope to emul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1667889/ Terror is the knife to neck, but not the buzzing drone, a bullet and a ditch but not a toddlers body blown apart as death rains down upon the families in their homes,our sliding scale of sympathy condemns and then condones  mirror image actions, twins born brutally and blood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1407633/ Emptyheads are ripe for filling with empty stories made to fit,thisdulling of our consciousness we actively permit,realityignored for virtual worlds of mere distraction,slidingever backwards as our progress loses traction,unablenow to distinguish between the real and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1400590/ Fields now turned to graveyards with what’s fallen from the skies,In a land already plagued by words that wear a dark disguise Conflicts spectre once again plucks innocence from its stem,the consequence of manufactured views of us and them But soon the hawks descend,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1391038/ Hatreds harvest comes again in a rocky Hebron field  This bloodied land so fertile each year brings a larger yield Seeds planted and ploughed within the minds of those who grow,blackened shoots that bloom, and damn yet more to lie below Netanyahu’s outrage and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1379110/ Watching those connected to a state of disconnectThe geometry of random lines that never intersect A million little stars who in the mirror see the sunand when the world creeps past the screen then all they’ve been willcome undone Patience never blossoms on the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1375985/ The cradle of civilisation trembles under blackened flags,the barrels preaching sermons to their flocks of body bagsVisions of a paradise that’s built on bended knees,foundations laid upon the bones of all who disagreeBurying those who deviate from their strict interpretati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1375477/ A white woman found murdered in a land of deep divides,of hatred based on race towards those stolen on the tides,where freedom found remained a tale that never left the page,chains removed to fanfare just became another cage   Guilt by association due to the skin th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1359852/ The proverbial fleece that once covered just eyes it appears hasmigrated to tongues,truth has been censored and sentences passed on the basis of what’sbirthed from lungsThe leaders we’re handed do naught but mislead, with semantics bothslippery and sly,whilst the less.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1351382/ It seems on the surface in this great southern land all we see israised asses from heads in the sandLuxurious blinders avert and sustain the myths manufactured by thefools we obtainthrough ticking the boxes, and ignoring the views, of those who’rereduced to a page in the news.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1350018/ Robbed each week of what we’ve toiled to fill anothers coffer Stand ye and deliver or a cell’s the terms on offerOff to oil the cogs and gears of the machinery of the state, a tribute to a system that we share no means to create And just what do we purchase with this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1331847/ The heart of fundamentalism beats in desert sands pumping hate and cash through veins to limbs in many lands,bringing life and means to hands who long for fire and chains,a lust for killing stories till a single narrative remains  A country built on gold as black as the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1280890/ Restrained with bands of leather, bound and rigid in the chair, the feeding tube thrust lower, every inch brings fresh despair, gagging, coughing, choking on the burn from nose to chest  as they force life into the ones whose lives they’ve stolen andoppressed  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1280258/ When the last dead leaf falls silently from a brown and withered limb will we find solace in our gadgets, a sense of comfort in our toys ? When we’re the only living things within the oceans that we swimwill we still frolic in the shallows lost in the denial we employ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1277022/ The systemic decimation of a precious mental state sees another environment denuded in attempts made to create  nations of knee jerk reactions full of Pavlovs drooling houndsand purse strings that are loosened to the constant sights and sounds, Birthing golems of co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1273480/ There’s a question that’s been burningin this head for quite some time,a query based on limits and theboundaries we design, a pondering based on counting strawsupon the camels back,of a sense of preservation that aspecies seems to lackBi-pedal frogs that froli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1262998/ The churches walls are crumbling forthere’s rot in its foundations,a guiding light grown dim throughshadows cast by foul temptations,the journey of a soul’s been lost tovanity and greedand when the tongue of the divine growsforked the truth shall soon secede &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1246996/ Those given to Odin swung from treeswith blackened face,whilst Kali’s servants strangled thosethey sent to her embraceThe people of the sun tore beatinghearts out on their altars,for the sacrificial procession through theages never falters We shake our heads an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1245037/ Facts were sacked and positions madevacant for speculative trends, evidence slowly cleared its desk, avictim of gossips truthful cleanse,Rags stuffed full of fiction masqueradingas hard facts, our logic and understanding at its rootsuffers attacks,building shaky foundations.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1242819/ The walls that house the faithful are destroyed and clothed in flamesin these sectarian disputes over validity of claimsThe journey of a soul hijacked by the mentality of the herd,a million petty voices being mistaken for the Word The fallacy of translation born for a message meant for one,the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1241599/ The jackboots twitched suspended as theyswayed upon the rope,a sentence passed for hatred bred soshocking in its scope a stolen Sanskrit symbol used to purgewhat’s deemed unclean, the violent birth of safeguards passedto halt these acts obscene  As the seas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1239665/ Forget the midnight meeting at thecrossroads in the tales,the devils kept up with the times andmodernised his sales,he’s listened to the market, keen forthe profits it will bring,and rejoiced as the fatted calves havecrowned convenience as king  Once all su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1238720/ Twelve long years since the towers fell,since a sense of safety burned,twelve long years in which it seems thatnot a thing was learnedTwelve long years of perpetual war that’sfanned the flames of hate,twelve long years of a state of fearthat we’ve all helped to cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1235847/ Fiery words of condemnation flow as thesabres start their clamour,the press-titutes weave webs of wordsand cast a blinding glamour,as the hawks now find the children ofthe Syrian regime a perfect tool to sell the world ontheir hegemonic scheme, standing at the pulpit shed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1235389/ Darwin sits with packed bags stacked onthe platform of mans station,a throwback to a thinking past surpassedby forged equations,a grimace worn like a lover torn byanother hearts betrayal, the thought that taught from fin to footnow disappears by rail The wind flu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1222864/ Hello old friend, I see you therestanding quiet by the end of the bedA face once feared now welcome sight,open arms where once there lay dreadI have waited for you for many a monthas my eyes fade, and my body it achesThis tenuous link, that I once held sotight,with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1211482/ I sit and watch the crowds,an island in the midst of this riverof flesh and blood,they part around me,and seamlessly rejoin againthey look as I do,but I am not like them,an effigy of a person,a movie set store frontof painted life where none residesa shell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1211480/ We're more than just replaceable cogsin the machine,revel in your uniqueness, gather backyour self esteem,no longer let their lies divide andkeep us all apart,for money, skin and god mean naughtweighed up against a heart,and they will keep us fighting,splitting whole.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1211479/ The birth of a new independence for aland finally unbound,the chance to build their nation, fullof pride on sovereign ground,free of the yoke after centuries ofrule by foreign hands,a time of joy and excitement, unawareof horrors plannedOut of the west came darkness,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1210414/ Like swine around the feeding trough,jostling with hoof and jowlCoats are stained and tarnished,dark with dirt and something foulBeady eyes that shine with cunning,whilst ropey spittle is swinging fromjaws,heads buried deep as they fight for thescraps,grunting and sq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1210400/ Red, black, white and greenA flag upon the crossA people made to suffer for anotherstragic lossAnother sacrificial lambnailed up to ease our sinsThe guilt we feel for horrors past tieshands when it beginsThe olive groves are stained withblood,and tear gas t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1210398/ Tao is not a ruler whom I serve onbended knee,for one whom dictates terms of liferobs one of being freeTao doesn't speak of dogma, nor promoteconformity,the greatest strength of life is foundin its rich diversityTao is not a ritual, nor a rule bookset in stone,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1210347/ Heads of state, church leaders, multinational CEO's,the earth a ripened carcass, and theyflock around like crows,these empty ones with naught inside buta hunger never sated,this fear of thirst when the well isfull is the mindset they've created,to take and take, hand o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1210346/ Buildings with gaping eyes bear mutewitness,their pock marked and stained faces asilent testimonyBodies lay crumpled like a childsdiscarded playthings,tossed, broken and forgotten Crimson haloes making saints of the men, women and children,only death eras.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1210345/ I've made a point to travel on thoseroads not walked by most,ignored the orders from above andabandoned my own post,legs all torn and bloody from theforcing of paths new,for not a single soul through lap dogservice ever grewI want to know the truth of things byme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1209779/ Flesh bound focus drawing eyes fromskies to pockets deepThis dream of never wanting turns tonightmare as we sleepAll the riches in the world cant buyyou peace of mind,and with your eyes shut tight and mindshackled what did you hope to find ?Solitary self made cells b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1209778/ Explosives packed within dead flesh,sacrilege to those who mournThe gunning down of corpses to halt another being borninto the ever growing ranksof the bloody and torn war dead,since we took away the tyrantand delivered hell insteadIt now seems death is not the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1209765/ Circling, turning,like some feathered dance celebratingthe joy of their own existenceMoving to the sound of their own song,they dart constantly, erratically weaving a web of their owndesignSpiralling out,then drawn back to the centre of theirstage,whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1209763/ The setting sun,a line of cloud,a silhouetted hillTimes brisk pacebegins to slowand finally is stillA moment stretching onwards,transfixed by those deep brown eyesSkin lit with that fire,reflected in those amber skiesThe world that beats beyond these wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anartao/1209762/