Evil Europe

 

I sometimes wonder if Europe and the world would now be a much better place if all the people killed in the two World Wars  had lived and had children. if they wanted to which many would  have liked to.
And of the 6 million Jews, the gypsies and the homosexuals killed by the Nazis had survived.Not to mention Russia’s losses and Stain’s victims in their millionsAnd then a man like Alan Turing was driven to suicide because he had consensual sex with a young man.What important contribution to Maths and Computing he would have made.The Middle East would not have been divided up between France and Britain and Palestine would have remained one country.
When I look at the political scene, I think ,possibly, the best people were wiped out.And we invented nuclear bombs
You might even think Hitler won the war seeing us now in our diminishment, our post-modern art of urinals and dirty  beds and clanging noises with offensive words, our fundamentalist Christian beliefs and the belief most people are damned anyway except for our special group.And the fundamentalist atheists who long to destroy any religious belief of any kind
Were any Muslims of any type responsible for the 20th Century murders?Why do we think we are better?Europe conquered the world , stole treasures and enslaved black people.It will be hard for anyone else to do as many wicked things as our ancestors did.And we are so smug.We say they are in the Middle Ages and the modern era is so much better!
Did monarchs then have nuclear bombs?

And BTW how did they create beautiful buildings while we have the Carbuncle?We are so rich yet we make rubbish.We  have lost our vision.Let’s see if we can do anything ourselves along with others near us  to make a better and more beautiful human world

 

The inky pen has fallen from my hand

The inky pen has fallen from my hand
As I lay my body on the bed
It dropped uncapped like shell on sea edge sand
As I find I ‘m born but never wed

I see my body sprawl on sheets of red
My choices  have never been  called bland
In the daytime, am I read or dead?
I look down and see unwritten bond

A barren woman  is forever damned?
No child has she, but blood  overwhelming shed
The fig tree laughed as Jesus was condemned
I see myself from high  above my bed

No library was built for women’s works
In the space between the men we lurk