The fact that the British economy is partially bolstered by the arms industry is more than worrying - it is close to horrific. There is no reason why a government should encourage the manufacture and sales of munitions to other countries - many of them at war or in conflict or likely to be. It is clear that the capitalist system profits from the making and selling of weapons; and, as the climate grows ever-warmer in the next fifty years, the conflicts over scarcer resources will only make the profits grow. The counter-argument is that if "we" don't sell the weapons then the Russians or the Americans will. This argument could extend to the sale of opium, or slaves - both evil trades that eventually the British ceased trading in. One day, the sale of weapons will be seen as an unambiguous evil. Why has that time not yet come?
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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