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The Life Review of Robin Ludd—An epic of a sort

By © Anton Vendamencsh, 2017

10. *The Asterisk

When I returned

To Latvija

(after a 51 year absence)

I discovered

That Stalin’s heirs

Had spread

City bred virtual reality

Through out the country

And spiked it

With artificial inteligence

And overwhelmed

and unhinged

the community

I was born to

With hysterical

Expectations

Of earthly life:

City born bolsheviks

In Russia

(just as

City born liberals

In America)

Had tainted

All souls

With political molasses.

Said government officials:

How can we not

Give them promises

To whatever it is

They desire?

Self-proclaimed Wisemen

From the West

(Europe, America,

And Australia)

Brought stories

Of marvels

Wonders

And inevitable success

That were consumed

Or thieved

On the spot

By a love

And trinket starved

hysterical mob

wanting ‘more’

and more for ‘free’.

There was no such thing

As personal conscience

Or God or Goddess—

Unless it be

A blank stare

And vulturous magpies

Flying out

Of eye sockets

Upon mention

Of money.

    Reality

Had become

a concerto of squeals

Played on the violin

Of every

Renewed Latvija

‘democratic’ politician.

No worse examle

Of a nation

As a community

Could be imagined.

Teenagers

Asked me:

What are you doing

Here?

Why are your here?

We want money.

We want to go

To America, England.

We wish to be anywhere

But here.

    For them

    My return was

Unimaginable

And beyond

Understanding.

    I was a mystery.

    And a fool.

I had to

Let their questions

And opinions

Sink in

And percolate.

Only 20 years later

(after leaving Riga

And moving to live

In the countryside)

Did I come to understand

What the young

Questioners’

Questions meant.

    Indeed, the questioners

    (their atheist brains

Scarred and cauterized

By impenetrable tissue

when it came

to understanding

The meaning of

A sovereign community)

Saw no sense

    To ‘father’

Or ‘motherland’

Or to the loss

I nursed in my heart.

The youths

Made me stand

At the end of my bed

And watch

(As in a near death

experience)

The medics try

Rescuscitate me.

The Latvijan language

Once the Goddess’s own

(every word used to be

An endearment)

Had become

Lingua franka

Of medicalese

And bureaucrats.

No trace there

Of ancestors

    But of a conscience

    As dead

    As only science

    And a century

Of vivisectioning God

And hanging

Hunters’ trophies

On the wall

    Make the living

Dead.

I saw no Latvija

That those

At the ‘baricades’

Claimed to have rescued

But Latvijans serving

And, of course, denying

Taking orders

From the American

Central Intelligence Agency

Crapping

With the help of NATO

A New World Order

All over the planet.

The community’s

Sovereignty

Was being

destroyed

By hatemongering

Politicians serving

And pedling

The relative intelligence

Of liberalism

Sooner than

The bolsheviks

Had been able to do.

Quisling historians

Did all they could

To help Americans

Rage against Russia

And submit

The remains

Of a faked up

Democracy

To the sound

Of fanfares

That blew

Into the pockets

Of fake ‘democratic’

Politicians

Rich pensions

And cushy posts

As diplomats

Or deputies

In Brussels

Or sunny Italy.

Some such

Kakistocratic beast

Rules my country

To this day.

    In sum:

    The call to

‘The barricades’

Won a cheap

Victory.

Alas! Cheap victories

Raise no Divinity,

But is midwife

To cheap results

Which make

Debt colllectors

Rich off alimony

Collected

From fucked-up men

Who cheat and fuck

Mothers

And their own children

Who (when all is said)

Get less

Than appointees

Of the court

Serving a government

Alleged to be lawful.

The questions

Of Latvija’s fucked-up

Youths are no less

Than those of

Fucked-up Americans:

Or Russians

Or Chinese

Or Brazilians

Or Israelis.

Why is truth

So compromised

It cannot admit

That it has become

a lie?

Why are Palestinians

Unable to tell

That Zionist Jerusalem

Never was

Where it is said

To have always been?

Why did Russia

Take the land

From its Ludds

And replace

the ”Motherland”

With St. Peterburg

And belicose Moscow?

Why do

Only a few know

That 9/11

Was the first salvo

In a war

Of nuclear ‘devices’?

Who is questioning

The legitimacy

Of governments

That killed

100s of millions

Of Luddies?

Why was

A man born in Kenya

Elected as U.S. president?

Why is history

All faked-up?

And why

Do Latvijans

Fail to admit

They no longer

Exist?

Why is poetry

No one reads

The only

Vehicle left

To tell

The truth

By presenting

IT

As fiction?

Because

The written word

Cements the word

To a lie.