INTRODUCTION

TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY of the 7-day countdown to Remembrance/Armistice Day on November 11th. Normally, each year for that date I write a piece of war poetry — not to glorify war but (in the tradition of Lieutenant Wilfred Owen, 1893-1918) to expose its dark underbelly, the sides that never normally see the light of day. This is all part of my general approach to everything, which is to leave no stone unturned in the quest for truth. This year, instead of writing just one poem for November 11th, I am writing one for each of the seven days leading up to November 11th, starting today on November 5th.

A couple of days ago, I had written a sonnet as today’s poem. But I awoke in the night last night realising that more needed to be said on the subject. So at 4am last night I wrote another sonnet to be added to it. Now it is a double-sonnet. I love the form of the sonnet to present in an economical manner the marrow of an idea. I prefer the Shakespearean format: Three verses of four lines, each line containing ten syllables, which are in an ABAB – CDCD – EFEF rhyming form, followed by a final rhyming couplet (two lines) of ten syllables per line.

My definition of war (or, rather, my understanding of it) goes way beyond being merely two armies fighting each other on a physical battlefield (euphemistically known as a “theatre of war”). I see war happening everywhere: In politics, in workplaces, in sporting events, in families, in relationships, in personal attitudes, in so much more than guns and bombs. So many thrive on war without even realising it. When looking at fallen humanity, I would say that the underlying problem — at least in the unregenerated heart — is that “war is who we are” in so many ways (but more about that on November 11th itself). War is even present in the visible church, with all the sects and bandwagons and false teachings and in-fighting and absolute craziness which seems to represent most of so-called “Christianity” which is visible in the churches today. Christianized bedlam. That is where we are at. Apostasy in the making.

War. It is everywhere. A putrid sore in a depraved world. But the only real war in which a human should be engaged (unless one has to physically defend one’s ‘castle’ or country) is a spiritual one. But one has to be regenerated in order to engage in that kind of war; yet few are so engaged. Today’s war-poem contribution deals with the contrived war in politics. Right versus Left. On the Right in parliaments and congresses you have smug, arrogant, hard-faced, privileged multi-millionaires carving up the world to line their own nests or to create their warped idea of what the world should be. On the Left in parliaments and congresses you have multi-millionaire champagne/caviar ‘socialists’ who claim to be champions of the poor and oppressed but who somehow also always manage to line their own nests or to create their warped idea of what the world should be. Welcome to the neatest psyop yet. And those who claim to have voted for “the lesser of two evils” still voted for evil, not only because it outwardly pretended to be the lesser of it but also because it is always the evil behind-the-scenes power-elite which gets their team into ‘power’, regardless of who one votes for. Your vote means absolutely nothing because that power-elite always gets what it wants. They got you into a war so a victory they could score; but not the one you thought you had achieved.

I here present today’s double-sonnet, entitled “Another Side of War”:

Left-wing or Right? Oh what a futile fight!
You’ve all been played by forces who control.
Because whoever wins this bipartite
is just a front for those who hid their role.

Those hiders of that role love to divide
then conquer through false flags and psyop games.
When two distracted groups in ‘war’ are vied,
the power-elites can then achieve their aims.

So when you claim in your naïve defence
“the lesser of two evils” you did choose,
you still for evil vote! In consequence,
the power-elite the winning vote will use.

“Democracy” inveigles you in war.
By voting you were fast-tracked as its whore.

Indignantly, the hackles on your back
rise up in anger at my turns of phrase,
which you perceive as a direct attack
upon the wardom of your voting craze.

So consumed are you that the “other side”
must be brought down and thereby be destroyed,
that you are blind to this deceptive ride —
that psyops have against you been employed.

And so I have to spell it out again:
You have been conned by forces of control
to be a pawn in this corrupt campaign
of Right and Left, a war which steals your soul.

God calls His ‘troops’ to de-inveigle souls —
not to be hexed by godless warring roles.

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[Tomorrow, Day #2, November 6th, there will be another sonnet about the way that governments wage war against their own people. The title will be: “Make Yourself a No-One”].

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© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2025
[The copyright on my works is merely to protect them from any wanton plagiarism which could result in undesirable changes (as has actually happened!). Readers are free to reproduce my work, so long as it is in the same format and with the exact same content and its origin is acknowledged]

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