Remembering those good ol' days

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Remember, you will say,
how we blew them away,
desalination of water no more,
incinerated body chunks on the floor.
Remember, you will laugh,
how they pled for some love,
while we covered up their pain,
calling entire families terrorists of low names.
Remember, you will cry,
demulcent tears in shameless dead eyes,
no one's trauma matches or matters like our pain.
while gleefully travelling to sports games,
raping men sworn to a Hippocratic Oath,
targeting the Lord's children in vehicles,
holding gran's hand or stuck in wheelchairs,
months and months of amputations with no anaesthesia.
Can you imagine a seven-year-old told to breathe deeper?
Remember, you will sneer,
chuckle at how they were made small when you were near,
as you bathed in self-induced and performative hyper fear,
"those people" had no right to memory, rage or tears,
you sang PR songs at Eurovision,
while claiming you're not born of Europe's decisions,
and we must all agree,
watch movies about your suffering,
no Academy Award for Farha,
our murdered Thomas Sankara,
matters not when you look like Sallman's portrait,
a god we can't verify looked like settler colonial oarsmen.
Remember, how we were interviewed in coffee shops,
strolling through peaceful plaza spots,
no mass bombing or sniper shots,
and when the melonated are brought up,
we cheered or sighed,
saying we had enough,
erasure is what they did to themselves,
if only they died quietly,
gave up their dignity, land and rights.
If only they behaved when we stole their children,
for months, years or days.
If they stopped complaining,
mowing the lawn isn't so bad, all they do is feign.
Truth is, if only they never existed,
we needn't have to violently insist this.
The ISIS Arabs are at fault,
why didn't they take them in 1940 or during dot com.
There'd be peace. No rape or murder,
we'd have for once been true to our word.
But see, they wouldn't leave,
they were committed to stay,
on the land we claimed,
when you're a superior race,
you cannot abide or obey,
such disrespect from the "human animal" face.
Journalists had to be drone shot or blown up,
sent text messages to stop journaling so-called evil stuff.
Abandoned by finger-pointing democracy,
that cared not,
except in words and not a whole lot.
Remember, they sent weapons to us to do whatever,
of course, they didn't care either,
Islam was their scapegoat for trickle-down fever,
that sent jobs, money, company control,
to their allies away from home,
while greatness lied about being god's blessed shoal,
a cover for megalomania,
a group project causing conflicts and mass migration,
hidden and brutalised in offshore paid-for nation ragers.
Islam was solely blamed because you need a cover,
we too were mental false flag operation lovers,
ensure your independent media like Oliver are stationed,
offering half truths to seem like an investigation is well-rooted,
make sure the enemy's a "savage" or dictator,
a place the hidden bias can easily hate on,
because we train them well,
from young we sell them good versus evil,
not power and influence,
not system nooses,
foreign aid is financing corporate ventures and tailored suits,
we built hotels while the starving remained wretched and run down.
Sure, we cared about greening Africa,
if we could make a private profit from their despair,
take their resources,
and make them pay us with interest for doing business there,
Ha, and they fell for it,
stupid people we call "blacks",
most living in dilapidated African homes or shacks,
leaders corrupt, which we facilitate,
to get access whether or not it debilitates them,
company tax laws and secret channels,
shell pellets and hidden hand shakes,
our money sector faired well,
in those good ol' days when kleptos poured monies into our well,
we made their elites rich,
liberation heroes became billionaires,
apartheid's conservatives and liberals carried on as usual,
heck, you know they never cared for the people,
to care is to feel,
half of them folks are dead as nails,
hyperkeratosis around the heart got them solely self-focussed,
and with that kinda help, we thrived,
military bases and encampments kept just fine,
lowly Africans complain,
darn red socialists never go away,
but we got to keep them slaves in line,
so our economies can stay alive,
long enough to turn the wheels that we drive,
when war's the fuel running the machine day and night,
don't tell the young noobs and stay-at-home moms to spy,
without us they'd have been lost,
hand them flicks and chill, maybe apple pie with good crust.
Remember though, when the time came we planned a shut down,
a reset of limited movements all around,
kicked out as many as we could without a sound,
born from us or not,
eventually they'll all be made to get out,
under immigration laws we made out.
cutting or extending working permits,
lengthening the authorising of permanence,
added more and more terms on it,
we made citizenship impossible,
we made deportation the first option,
whether legal or just masked toughness.
Remember, this started decades ago,
with our head cover secured,
two east coast pillars crashed to the floor,
so we warred on global terrorism galore,
the ones we funded and trained most of all.
Remember, how Osama's body vanished without a trace,
how processes like autopsy, trial or verification could be erased,
how the Nord Stream pipeline exploded,
Poland tweeted out a thanks,
to god's blessed Massimo rank,
we kidnapped and trafficked thousands of uncharged boys and men,
kept them in prisons and took photos of our torture,
riding them like horses,
bags over their heads that Cheney signed off on,
but don't report on it,
if you do, you'll be squashed as a reckless extremist,
you'll never work again in this big boy arena.
And when the refugees flooded the gates,
children orphaned in our wake.
What did we do?
Do you recall?
Reports of beatings of unarmed men, women and kids,
along perforated line borders, our Great Western Wall,
fences went up as we called excess humanity undocumented illegal hordes,
funnelling stories to algorithms about Islamic threat,
a Great Replacement word salad for the Übermenschen sent down from heaven,
atheists, liberals and sieg heils alike,
were ready and eager for our brutal might,
never once asking if their homes were the catalyst,
if system subordination, dictator support and endless wars,
sent migrants to their shores,
that would be unthinkable,
to question, let alone criticise homebound duplicity.
It doesn't matter in the end,
just start with the ones "not us" bigotry despises on sight,
they'll cheer us as they take flight,
those left will face lower minimum wage,
squeeze as much from them,
without having to pay,
indentured labour never left, my babe.
It only matters at the voting booths,
so we flood them with information that soothes,
local, local, local,
disconnect local and foreign from afternoon focus,
send them a daily show or an S and L to laugh off the faux fight,
you see, you have to control the mind's shoes,
can't let it walk free or they'll get the real news.
You say, War is out there,
Not from here,
war is a reaction to a dark world,
not orchestrated by Stronger Together luminescent pearls.
Drip, drip, drip,
give them a Black charming president,
or a tough Blonde Businessman,
who cares,
just get them to treat politics like a sports fan,
raise their banner,
shocked by the other side,
they'll both ignore their blood stained lives,
because good versus evil is entertaining,
who doesn't love fairy tales of heroic knights saving,
the Bible says so,
and if it doesn't, get an anointed guy who won't say no.
Because while we sell them Islam and evil socialism,
we had tax havens that roasted them.
Our militaries, the biggest, deadliest and best, 
never ceased its carbon offload fest,
we paid more into it because war industry never gets old,
it pays, employs,
gives us media distractions that blisters the masses to remain bold,
they needed it,
while a world burned we feeded...
ourselves.
And then when the blacks, Arabs, Asians were dead,
remember, the little people of no heads,
from the heat, droughts, floods, burning skin,
from bombs, drones and nuclear warring,
we saw the hurricanes and tornadoes rain,
quietly slipping into our luxury bunkers within.
We didn't need the voters anymore.
Blue-eyed Blue and Reds served us well, they always did,
how swell,
when we built AI robots in preparation for earthly hell.
We are okay.
We're good.
I'd almost feel bad if I could.
But it no longer matters,
if your name's Mwanza, Ahmed or Ehud,
Earth has passed her sell-by date,
we are prepared to adapt,
luckily, a global people's revolution is too damn late.