Dub Shanty
- Pamenar Press

- Oct 12
- 2 min read
Dub Shanty is a pseudonym for a poet based on the Isle of Man. Their work explores complicity, silence, and the stories empires tell.
The Long War
They say we’ve had two world wars—
as if history files cleanly,
as if peace is a thing with edges,
neatly folded into the archives
like a uniform no one wears anymore
But the war never ended.
Not really
It changed shape.
Changed faces.
Changed terrain
From trenches to deserts,
from sandbags to sanctions,
from boots in the mud to drones in the sky,
from barbed wire to bandwidth
The front just moved.
We gave it new names:
“conflict,”
“crisis,”
“operation,”
“intervention.”
We softened it with acronyms,
coded it into airstrikes,
packaged it for prime time
We called it Cold.
Called it Civil.
Called it Just
But we didn’t stop it.
We outsourced it
We didn’t bury it.
We franchised it
They say the American Revolution ended.
It didn’t.
It scaled up
From redcoats to redlines.
From muskets to markets.
From tea parties to tax havens
The Empire didn’t fall—it pivoted.
Still conquering.
Still consuming.
Still baptising blood in the name of liberty
They traded powdered wigs for lobbyists,
picked up PR instead of pitchforks,
and built democracies with walls you can’t see
Now war is a business model.
Now it lives in our phones,
our food bills,
our flood maps,
our refugees
Now it’s Gaza.
Now it’s Rafah.
Now it’s Tel Aviv, Tehran, the Red Sea ports.
Now it’s holy cities wired with grief,
where prophecy and policy are indistinguishable
Now it’s the prayer rug and the sniper scope,
the olive grove and the airstrike.
Now it’s Donetsk.
Now it’s Taiwan, Sudan,
the aisle in your supermarket
where the tinned goods used to be
We think peace is what we had—
a pause between bloodshed.
But maybe peace was just
the chapter set somewhere else
We are not post-war.
We are post-truth.
Post-shame.
Pre-collapse
Still inside the long war,
chapter by chapter,
with the pages getting thinner
and the ink starting to run.







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