i hear a heart
in the rain
the drip of
its beat the
beat of its
in the sound
of this rain
the drops of its
beat falling through
our dreams the
dream of its fall
in a welter
can it be
what is given
only to both
the join of
Listen to the sound of souls
Slowly floating down,
A vast autumnal gravity
Draws us to the ground…
We land within a well of words
Where strangest allies meet:
A many headed Hydra
Using you and I for feet.
Here, we all march, paralyzed,
By a smug atonal laugh
That’s rolling off the silver tongue
Of a golden calf.
He’s selling us a story
Of a forward that leads back:
Back into a recess
In a corner in a brain
Where able bodied humans choose
To wear the mark of Cain.
See oily wings, slick glistening
In the slowly choking dusk,
Stripped of the flight and magic sight
That made it what it was:
An eagle bends its shaven head
Towards the gilded sword
And reaches out a withered claw
To grasp its next reward.
One angry eye has been removed;
Transplanted to a pyramid
That mocks the symbol of itself,
And all it ever claims it did.
An eye that peers at every one
But only sees the dark;
A light that will blind every thing
Except the human heart.
On ANZAC Day We Stand and Think is a poem dedicated to the millions of innocent civilians who lost their lives during the genocide of Christians in WWI. This is an event most New Zealanders are unaware of; yet Gallipoli and the Armenian genocide are inextricably linked.
Ottoman Turk leaders insisted that the allied invasion necessitated the ‘deportation’ of Armenian citizens [meaning torture and extermination], in case they supported the allies. However, ANZAC war correspondents reported the capture of Armenians who fought for the Ottoman leaders (Pashas), as tens of thousands were forcibly conscripted.
Commencing in Constantinople only hours before the Gallipoli landings with the brutal butchering of hundreds of Armenian leaders, 70 Armenian, Assyrian or Greek Christians died for every ANZAC soldier who fell at Gallipoli. Even after the killing, all Armenian property was stolen and thousands of churches were crushed in what scholars call ‘Islamisation’ or ‘Turkification’. Let their souls rest in peace after a century of denials…
On wind-swept hills the Turks await,
Among sweet thyme and bush ablaze,
From distant lands men know their fate,
From ships they stare to hell amaze.
They stood for right against our foes,
To fight the Turks Great Britain called,
An Empire dying, its final throes,
Killing its people, the world appalled.
Christian soldiers forced to fight,
For the Ottoman, threat to rear,
For the Pasha, using might,
Against Armenians, full of fear.
On ANZAC Day we stand and think,
Why fight here now, this blood stained cove?
Excitement gone, in a blink,
Into horror, brave men drove.
Now we read a mournful story,
Of tragedy and tales so bold,
But do we remember history,
Or only partial truth we’re told?
ANZAC soldiers, muddy trench,
Cry for our fallen; heaven sent,
The smell of dead and dying stench,
Weep also for the innocent.
You can hide it, fog of war,
Preaching murder it was not,
But it’s a truth we can’t ignore,
Christian suffering never forgot.
On ANZAC Day we stand and think,
Of sacrifice at Gallipoli,
But we fought for right, thus the link,
Blind to genocide we cannot be.
The Three Monkeys of Gallipoli – the leaders of New Zealand, Australia and the United Kingdom are deaf, dumb and blind, while WWI allies Canada, France and Russia (and even the Ottoman’s allies Austria and Germany) have the courage to recognise the worst of crimes – genocide.
Turkey effectively blames invading nations like New Zealand, Australia and the UK for the deaths, saying it had to ‘deport’ its Christian citizens in case they supported the Allies (‘deport’ means to kill more than 1.5 million Armenian children, women, aged and unarmed male citizens by burning, crucifixion, bayonets and other gruesome means, steal their property and crush more than 2,000 churches).
The truth is that Turks have been massacring indigenous Christians since they invaded Asia Minor in 1064 because of their Christian faith, while New Zealand, Australia and the UK shamefully appease Turkey, instead of defending human rights.
Lest we Forget (the genocide of Christians – Armenians, Assyrians and Greeks).
Note to veterans: the NZ, Australian and British cartoon figures are representing political leaders, not courageous Gallipoli soldiers, many of whom recognised this crime against humanity.
let’s suppose a purpose just for fun
say perhaps that there was one
that for a second had undone
all we’d done with all we did
with every bidding we forbid
love perhaps and no reaction
nowhere nothing could get traction
nothing dug-in nothing etched
no single sorrow to regret
theist, atheist or agnostic
no diagrams or diagnostics
and in the place of all this meaning
there was space for space to be in
just a little left of centre
in the chest of the inventor
me and you unpaying guests
living in our messy nests
our miraculous mirages, our succulent selves
our sour grapes, our thirsty wells
if this was all there were to show
for all the evolution of the soul
I don’t mind, let all be forfeit:
Your warmth within my warmth was worth it
sun on the
sea sun in
the blue of
that sky was
in the hope of
all we are and
the fact of
a breeze around
your hair in this
for this chip of
time in which we
nest will always
and there will
be sun on the
sea sun in the