What's Up

My take on the general trend of world affairs.

Artwork by Solly Perry

It’s not the Arabs. It’s not the Jews.
It’s the parasites we must lose.¹

From war only parasites stand to gain.
It doesn’t really help Russia or the Ukraine.

The heads of our countries all communicate fine,
While eating their caviar and drinking their wine.

With the oligarchs arriving in jaguars and jets,
To the mountains of Davos where the wealth never sets.

They sniff it through straws, these consent manufacturers,
Arms dealers, bankers, technocrats, traffickers.

These are the culprits who reap the gain.
War is their business and this their refrain:

“Cause enough chaos, the people will see,
The only way forward is digital ID,

Global surveillance, control information,
One corporate government, no sovereign nation.

We’ll cause more pandemics. We’ll call the shots,
With our World Hell Organization’s Emergency Cops.

We’ll rile up the Left and we’ll rile up the Right.
Then we’ll hide in our bunkers while the two factions fight.

We’ll drop ever more bombs, flare up World War III,
Make a fog of confusion. Truth no one will see.

When the whole world’s traumatized beyond all belief,
We’ll sell you our plan and promise relief.

We’ll say, “This will put an end to all wars.”
(The ones that we started behind the closed doors).

Just submit to our corporate control of your food.
There’ll be bugs, lab grown meats, pills to alter your mood.

We’ll control where you go and control what you buy,
But we’ve got a few schemes to keep us flying high.

Like our central bank digital currencies will do,
To make us even richer while impoverishing you.

Then we’ll have funds to buy a few forests,
So our social credit scores will do our work for us.

And we’ll have our mad scientists edit your genes.
They can do that now with the help of vaccines!

Then evolve the slave races we need to get by.
And perhaps, hook your brains up to our AI.

So just relax, we’ll solve all the world’s problems, you’ll see.
You won’t even notice that you’re no longer free.”

1. The seed from which the poem What’s Up sprouted, the essential first stanza, was created by Robin Sharan.