Sector#7 & of Wars of Men (Selected Poems

Adventurous having been through wars, depressions, and the rest of what I seecoming next, I find scary beyond measure. I see rampant vandalism and warmongering prevailing over sanity. I see our green planet changing to the deforested desert, our seas and rivers polluted with cyano-algae killing fauna, and a grossly overpopulated planet. Running out of clean water we already observe all over Africa people fighting like wild dogs for scraps left over. Oh, the Chinese in your eye saber-rattling, technology theft, and the rest for which we in the West have largely to blame naive Captains of industry, the morons who went to build factories in China and left legions out of jobs at home. The world has never been short on conflict, that is true. Even as recently as 'Cold War' not so cold after it comes to light submarines were sunk by hostile fire though noone wants to own up. And still, we are at loggerheads, now prodding naive Ukrainians to join NATO, as if petrified Russians twice caught with pants down would allow installation of short-range rockets only a minute flying away from Moscow. Petrified enough to keep rolling railway stock IBM mounted running day and night over the Siberian taiga. Petrified enough to cozy up to Chinese. This alone should ring alarm bells. "e;When will they ever learn!"e; (Bob Dylan)I hope this speculative scenario extrapolating on present trends does open the eyes of those who believe more lahdy-da will carry the day. Joseph Tomasevic, pen name Armin Boko, Lake Heights, 30-4-2021.