‘Help!’ a poem

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If I cry out for help —
will you be there?
We can’t know the thoughts of billions
staring bleakly out of windows:
I can only speak for myself.
Watching the news wounds me,
deeply,
a psychological stab to my heart,
yet still I follow it religiously:
The enemy is out there, silent,
unseen, invasive and surreptitious
in ways I can’t imagine.
So don’t let my cheery greeting
fool you: I’m scared to death
of what may come —
for they’re making death my sole
release.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

*Are we really living a dystopian nightmare?

Haibun: The Long Game

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The silence is deafening,
tension taught as the tightest string.
We face not armies
but a hidden host
against whom we play
the game of our lives.

Who is first to blink?
Chequerboard duality
Playing the long game

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haibun: Blind

man and woman bind to each other
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The middle man confuses,
removes us from reality,
the nature of the enemy.
The chaos of this world
mimics the frenzy of our minds,
the history buried deep,
the forgotten glory of the past
which we cannot see.

What really happened
Annihilation more than once
Save us from this fate

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: Truths

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No one likes the truth
Like a bitter enemy
Truth nevertheless

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Tanka: Just War

mosaic alien on wall
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They talk of just war
It is good versus evil
Never in my name
though I’m not a pacifist
Just show me the enemy

copyright Francis Barker 2019