No Emperor’s Head by Tony Ashenden

Who wore the hat of Roman kind                                                          

led armies of the blind in Laos                                                  

Vietnam and Cambodia?                                                                       

Then who challenged the just                                                               

anointed crown in Britannica                                                    

Planted bomb to burn the people                                               

left their blood in burnt ash sites                                               

public places, shops, and schools                                                          

messaging by video their sacrifice?

Uniformed of working clothes

black gowned and turbaned white                                                         

they respect no Emperor’s head.                                                                       

Nameless, they speak explosively                                                          

by smart phone, gun, and Semtex                                                          

radicalising, inciting, recruiting                                                 

armies of face hidden eunuchs                                                  

chanting plainsong as God warriors                                                                               

denying democracy, demanding power.                                     

Some inoffensive men of peace

who in their techno clean rooms

for the greater good did feast

and cause nameless germs grow

to combat Sino-German eagles

and their poppy seeded mint                                                                 

which reigned under Roosevelt,                                                

grew under Eisenhower                                                

flowered for Kennedy and                                                                    

re-birthed with Bush and Blair                                                              

in Israel, Lebanon and Iraq                                                                   

Afghanistan and Pakistan.                                                                    

The harvest of butterfat years

when Knox was an ever open                                                                

welcome door to inward goods.


Tony is a seasoned traveller; a computer analyst, seaman, shaman, and a complementary alternative therapist. He is a writer of poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In his own words – Life is real only then when I am. Please visit his blog Mine Quick Voice of Aquarius to read more of his work.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Tony’s poetry lays bare the faceless and nameless who claim to fight in the support of their beliefs and rigidities. First, pawns played by the superpowers, then threats targeting those who birthed them, violating the world as they deem fit. This radicalism and political warfare are terminal illnesses in themselves. Who bows to whom and where is that sane voice of reason? Greed, hatred, and power never can have their fill.
    Congratulations Tony!


  2. Hi Terveen, thank you for your insightful analysis. Sadly, the world is ever thus!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. jonicaggiano says:

    So much sad truth spoken here. A lovely piece to make us take a minute and look at our past and some of the horrors that have been the cost of said actions. Blessings and big hugs, Joni

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Thank you Joni, and would you believe it, I write a lot of love poetry!


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