Cyberwarfare

Most may think it's science fiction

Many just choose to ignore

But the truth and reality is

Countries have and are, engaging in cyberwar

Could be against individuals

Or countries at large

It is all done so covertly

As opposed to, a military charge

In a program, a virus created

Like “Stuxnet”, those Countries responsible did recant

But the reality is, malware in a USB stick

Brought down, a country's uranium enrichment plant

This is only one example

Of what two, conspiring countries did

The attacks are completely endless

From crashing aircraft, to bringing down an electrical grid

You may ponder, at how this is possible

And wonder when it begun

It started in the Internet's infancy

When the “hackers” did it for fun

Those virus' caused much chaos

For sure, various nations took note

Applying that technology in non-virtuous ways

Creates havoc, with no immediate antidote

Malware's created for digital arms and espionage

To steal designs or to thwart, the infrastructure of a nation

Much cheaper than air strikes or military action

Easy to design and hard to know, who's responsible for it's creation

Capable of bringing down financial institutions

Medical systems or any economic disruption

Can be used by terrorist groups and criminals

Or literally, anyone bent on corruption

On the “dark web”, attack kits are downloadable

If that is your kind of school

But, for the majority of the internet users

It's a wonderful information highway and a very useful tool 

The Out-Sourcing Of Nations

Used to be, we were self-sustained and planted our own seeds

Excelled in the manufacturing of goods, for exportation and our Homeland needs

Used to be, we were major producing Countries, patriotism, pride and respect, was something to behold

When our economies were second to none and our currencies, were backed by silver and gold

Used to be, we had leaders who truly cared and our national debts were miniscule

When Christmas carols were played in public and the “Lords Prayer” recited, every day in school

Used to be, teachers could teach and be able to reprimand, when a student was out of line

Without the fear of reprisals, from parents or school boards and laws, so asinine

Used to be, the police and lawyers were respected and politicians, worked for the People's good

When the banks had concerns of People's lifetime of savings and that trust was understood

Used to be, in a savings account money would double in seven years, People worked to build their Nation

When the politicians would do their jobs and not be afraid, of the jackal's intimidation

Used to be, a household only needed one bread-winner and saved up, in order to buy a T.V. or a dinette

A family of three or four children was the norm and no such thing, as continuous credit card debt

Used to be, there was a middle class and the Moms and Pops, could easily set up shop

But now, most of the little guys are gone and money transposed to the ones at the top

Used to be, belief and trust in the media and what was reported, was actually what really went on

But today with fake news and inciteful reporting, generally speaking, that belief and trust is gone

Used to be, People trusted the government and definitely, knew which party and where to cast their vote

With greed, belligerence and deceit so omnipresent, that trust that once was, is simply an anecdote

Used to be, that we knew the undesirables, like the mafia, the gangs and other factions like these

But, today the undesirables are the ones at the top, who abscond, a Nation's wealth with ease

Used to be, there were some untouchables, and those in power, had the People's trust

The one's who cared about the economy and ecology and who, tried to right, the many things unjust

But, now things have gone to hell in a hand-basket and those of trust, have a differing need

The incentive is the other guy's wealth, with an insatiable desire, deceit and greed

So now, what used to be, today is not, for it's economic and ecologic strife that's coursing

All those jobs and businesses are gone, because of greed and the impetus, being out-sourcing

Corporate profits are at a twenty-eight year high, and personal debt, at a record high conversely

Stagnating wages, high unemployment and increased poverty levels, are affecting economies adversely

Our educated children are still living at home and the taking of menial jobs, they are forced

Because manufacturing and hiring of highly-skilled people at lower costs, have simply been out-sourced

Decreased consumer spending and reduced tax revenues, unemployment and welfare when jobs are lost

Those revenues, which could have funded social or medical programs, definitely is a cost

Buying it elsewhere and without manufacturing technology, leads to a trade deficit

Out-sourcing causes more jobs there and less jobs here and only, the ones at the top benefit

Scary Times

We are living in very dangerous times

One knows not, what to believe

Fake news, greed and controversy

A perpetual practice to decieve

The central bankers and their cohorts

Unprecidented wealth, by the second, minute and hour

Their goal, to keep countries and people in debt

The only impetus, are assets, control and power

By controlling the media they're able

To incite belligerence, wars and strife

Then in the name of caring and benevolence

Wreak havoc, and causing, so much loss of life

Leaders and politicians are merely puppets

Central bankers through lobbyists, pull the string

Indirect or direct coercion, to enforce

They literally will do anything

They have no concern for a country's infrastructure

Nor, if It's people, are left in the cold

They care not about collateral damage

Generally, it's just about oil and gold

Tell lies to create an invasion

But only, if a country has natural resources like oil

Then bomb the country into submission and steal It's wealth

And leave it in a state of turmoil

Who do you think, are the ones who finance wars

And who are the ones who benefit

Well, you can bet your ass, it is not the bankers

Who end up with a deficit

There are companies who make the chemicals

And in doing so, have no quams

Tanks and guns and fighter jets

Let us not forget, “the mother, of all bombs”

So let's ponder the truth for a moment

And against the environment and humanity, who's really doing the crimes

For the People of this wonderous Planet

There is no doubt and omnipresent, these are, very scary times

When We're Just A Recollection

Have you ever simply thought about it

After that last, breath has gone

It's just a cadaver in cold storage

When the last, brush strokes been drawn

We're brought into this world, a conception

A product of love or maybe, only of lust

The whole process is so miraculous

The bottom line, we're made up of water and stardust

A creature comprised, of our genetic predisposition

Suppose it's Mother Nature's bequest

But, through indifference, love or hatred

A sperm and an egg, have coalesced

A helpless, totally dependent being

A gurgle, then beginning to walk

Interacting with their surroundings

A sound, a word, it is the outset of talk

From a babe, a teen to adulthood

Miniscule, in the realm of time

A lifetime of enacting whatever

From the absurd, depressed or sublime

No matter the wealth or notoriety

A life of glitz and glamour or sullen and drab

The morbid, but honest reality is, we're just a memory

We all end up, with a tag on our toe on a slab

In a morgue, there are no personalities

A hearst driver, is the last chaffeur

Irregardless of position or accomplishments

Now, just empty vessels of lives that once were

To the people addicted to power and money

No concerns for others, just deceit and adulterated greed

We all end up with a tag on our toes

No breaths, no thoughts, indeed

So what do we do with our lives when we're here

Enjoy your life and do good, for cadavers have no resurrection

You're no longer anything, you're nothingness

To the living, we're simply a recollection

When Darkness Falls

What is it about the blackness of night

That most people feel ill at ease

The absence of light and dimly-lit places

A mind-creation of Mephistopheles

What is it about when the sun goes down

And over the fringe of light

What transposes in a person's mind

When the present, has passed the edge of night

Seems there's no problem, in walking through a cemetery

As long as it is, sometime through the day

Take those very same steps when it's dark

Allay that apprehension and keep those fears at bay

Where do the creatures of night spend their time

When the sun's on the other side

In the non-existence of illumination

Where do the undesirables hide

Do ghosts and goblins do more hauntings at night

Why can't a werewolf, howl at the sun

And why are vampires active, when there is no light

For they thrive, when night-time has begun

Do they live by themselves throughout the day

And where is it, that they hide

Are they male or female or somewhere between

Does a demon, take a husband or bride

Why can't a ghoul feed on it's corpses

Around lunch or even, at breakfast time

Feeding in a graveyard when there is no light

Seem to be, when it is in it's prime

The shadow people in order to appear

To make a shadow, they have to have some light

And do demons of, whatever their realm

Mostly come out at night

So what is it about when the sun goes down

Why do they emerge, when blackness calls

Why don't they come out in the middle of day

Instead of, “when the darkness falls” 

You Only Beget Anger And Hate

The only solution to any impasse

Whether it be personal or facing a nation

Acknowledgement and response is key

The main thing is communication

So many personal relationships

Be it a friend or a husband and wife

When disagreements become disputes

It affects yours and an opposing life

When a country has an impasse with another

Usually there are some kind of interdictions

Barring skirmishes or outright war

It imposes sanctions and restrictions

No matter whether it be personal or of a national nature

Even though the point is very moot

It's totally dependent on the way things are handled

If the end results, create a dispute

Disgruntledness or a misunderstanding

Sometimes, insignificant or unclear

Approaching a problem with ire or contempt

The response will be austere

Using hostility addressing a disagreement

Will only incite a retort in kind

When one side is irate, it's easy to retaliate

Employ anger, instead of really using the mind

The moral of this poem

To find a solution, be tranquil and negotiate

For when you debate with rage and wrath

You only beget anger and hate

Opposite Ends

Outside's so cheeryand beautiful

Clear, sunny and bright

Inside so gloomy and dull

And dark like the night

Our mind's in a quandary

The grey matter it drifts

Can't make a decision

Then the fog lifts

Strive for financial success

And climb up the ladder

Only, to find out later

Does not really matter

Monogamy and polygamy

Sensual feelings to platonic

From addiction to abstention

These words so ironic

Happiness and elation

Sadness and depression

Care not about things

Then becomes an obsession

Where to go, do we know

Deny then confess

Project into the future

All along we digress

A yearning or a longing

For an opposite's touch

Don't know what you have till it's gone

Then miss it so much

Wanting to something together

No adverse objections

Then performing the task

In opposite directions

So very young on the inside

Getting old on the out

So positive about things

And then having doubt