This country United
one can clearly see
only blind hide in truth
Illegally a government seizes power
against the vote with a clear strike
Overthrowing moral grounds
At which point do we say enough
Their soul aim to enforce ill will
against good standing people
It's a mutiny against freedom of choice
using it to kill babies
Exploiting our democracy fact
You bloodless hounds without spines
are only in it for the money
Crawling vermin hidden underneath the table
Fighting for scraps sick agendas
I am a son of David from the clans of ulster
As state assets are freely given away
Without consent their should be a public outcry
Democratic Republic sits on the right side
All the left wing who will hang this nation
Out to dry as they rob ores
from underneath our feets destroying our land
with your greed creating poverty
Selling away our basic rights and commodities
sick reality without virtues
To gain their thirty pieces
We need to stand and defend our constitution
for our children's sake and their dowry
As they sign the pact
One which will weight
heavy on their souls as we are raped
continuesly of our sovereignty
Human rights ignored for no good reason
enough is enough I have a voice
any laws passed by this circus
Undemocraticly elected government
Is not backed or passed by the peoples choice
this needs to be called into order as a state
Crisis of emergency by the judges
They who stand for truth to address
Should judge according to the law laid down
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Do you remember Guernica—the Basque town once
flattened by Hitler's and General Franco's bombers—
with the blessing of “democratic” Britain and France?
Neither Washington, nor even the League of Nations
raised their voices to protest this vile act of genocide....
Only Picasso's “Guernica,” a mural-size oil painting on canvas,
reminds us of this monstrous crime—from Madrid to Kansas.
The Catalan homeland of Salvador Dali, Joan Miró,
Montserrat Caballé, Antoni Gaudi, and Pablo Picasso
is now again under a violent attack—by Franco's heir
and good pupil, Mariano Rajoy, whose fascist goons
have descended like murderous vultures from the air
upon the innocent and defenseless Catalans demanding
their country's liberty, dignity, sovereignty and fair share.
Where is the European Union, whose military jets killed
many thousands of guileless, undefended civilian Serbs—
just to give “independence” to Kosovo's mutinous Muslims?
Will the heirs to Hitler's and Mussolini's Neue-Ordnung guild
call now for Catalan freedom, justice and independence?
No, Brussels remains unmoved by the bloody outbursts
in Barsa, seeing them as a sign of democracy's ascendance.
Why the silence, governments of “democratic" Europe, why?
Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2017
It is a tree of five hundred one and twenty different fruits
with nine others totally disenfranchised
in a garden of more than a colour of grapes
a black bunch out of every five same
is its numerical contribution in such defined location
A flowing stream, originating from the Nok aboriginals
has created different hundreds of tributaries
in its inland is a town where fertility is ambidextrous
and the most diversified of the colourful flying beauties
is found within its territory
A family possessing envious wealth but seemingly a myth
b’cos of the Mephistophelian deeds of its guardians
its house, built on land where toothpick germinates to a monstrous tree
and man power capable of producing half a continent of sky scrapers
yet six out of every ten of its members
are less comfortable than a pet in the west
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
Our first image of a gorgeous black Aphrodite
To inhabit the halls of power with charm,
Mrs. Obama moves over the sacred fields deftly
Reclaiming the realm with femininine form.
Sensuously challenging those who dare deny
Her right to bare her bronze sun-kissed skin
As the queen in a staid pallid white world,
She assumes her role with no hint of giving in.
A worthy image of beauty to accompany a giant of a man,
Mrs. Obama came riding eastward her sword at her side.
She planned for an agenda about change most would scorn,
As a product of northern honing oil and heartland pride.
And she feared not the hard and awful destiny ahead
For a beautiful black woman in a loveless town;
As she brought her fashion for elegance and flair,
Allowing a gawking world to see her face was brown.
As a Capricorn, Mrs. O keeps her keen focus on success,
Never surrendering to impatience, doubt or hesitation.
Her aim is narrow and exact, skillfully chosen
And moored on a carefully thought out foundation.
So doing she has inspired black women to reach higher
And see themselves as lovely creatures of great worth,
Endowed by God to motivate, teach, feed and entertain,
With her nurturing, an emerging color diverse earth.
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2013
You’ve heard of eeny meanie
How he died a fitting death
He had more fame, it seems to me
Than Shakespeare or Macbeth
Held accountable he was
After capture and a bounty
For the sins Stephen Duncan
Boss of Issaquena County
Too bad for mister miney mo
He’ll have to pay the price
Out to the Mississippi Bridge
We’d love to hang him twice
Held to dangle by the toe
So that everyone would know
Said the slaven to the hangman
If he hollers let him go
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
What was that sound?
Who was that man in the funeral shroud?
Who walked behind the man at the head of the crowd?
Amandla! The man’s fist was raised
Whilst the world showered him with praise
But he has passed now and he is gone
And the silence of his grave
Speaks to no-one.
His shadow no longer lines the ground
And no trace of his legacy can be found…
A long road to freedom, a long road indeed
At the end of the road, only malice and greed.
Does no-one see, and no-one understand
That the freedom that was sought
By the blood of the distraught
Has come to this, to naught!
As only anarchy was bought…
What was that sound?
As the father shouts and the infant yells?
What was that sound?
Was it a widow, crying for loss?
As her husband’s blood
Was traded for dross?
What was that sound?
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015
that our lieders could not to live forever.
You just imagine
what happened our world for
if our immortal comrades
might electing himself
handred and handred times
Only think, dear,
what happenned around,
if our national leader
will create innumerous tandems,
constitutions and rules
for legitimace eternal presidency,
in the memory of generations and generations,
as a superman and superstar
on the various horses,
on the countless planes and jets
in the countless submarins,
on the countless Siberian rivers
with naked proudly torse
in present time
(and naked soul and batress on future retrospect)
on the spacerships and warships,
on the fares corner of space,
with sombrero on head
and without it
on the wing of Saturn,
as a golden giant stature
in the deserts of Asia,
and so on, so on
your exellency and your majesty,
till the completely crackdown
Thank you, my Lord
for sharp limitation
such maddening plays
from our rulers.
Copyright © zamir osorov | Year Posted 2013
The giant of the east, a thorn in the most prosperous continent
possessing land so massive which is second to none
having each day measured in nine different scales
and twelve large waters in full interaction with its borders
Its pride feeds on most of European and global superlatives
is it from the stores of fresh water
or the preservation of the wild plant communities?
Is it its rich deposits piled beneath the Earth
or its sized capital of huge significance to Europe?
This historic nation prides in them all and even more
But then, the limbs of its diplomacy are incomplete
in such regard, important allies are difficult to come by
no room for adjustments- it must be what it wants
Georgia and Ukraine’s tears then becoming the pay
for its domineering spirit
Though not adequately reverenced by the inhabitants of the jungle
a hippo still remains more dangerous than the lion
well ranked among the frontiers of global authority
but a major 21st century bully even in this time of civilization
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
Bernie Sanders was our reigning
champion but lost—despite wildly
enthusiastic support for him—
to Hillary, the Amazon warrior
queen, succumbing to her low
blows and dirty tricks in a nasty
title fight he was unprepared for.
He did not even criticize her for
her emails scandal which is but a
smokescreen concealing her sinister
role in the rape of Libya, where Hillary
—acting as the new Roman general
Scipio Africanus—had hired Islamic
jihadists to topple and lynch Hannibal,
the very last Carthaginian leader.
Later, these Islamist thugs and goons
murdered the U.S. proconsul and
his loyal centurions in Benghazi....
The only way to get another
shot at the title is to fight on
the Green Party ticket but Sanders
has not yet agreed to do so.
When will you, Bernie, finally
make up your mind? (Shame
on you for endorsing Hillary!)
His place has now been taken
by a fresh heavyweight title
contender and a New White Hope
—Donny Trump, a prizefighter
from the Atlantic City casinos.
Pound for pound, Trump is the
better fighter. He opposes any
new military adventures and
violent regime change abroad,
preferring to rebuild our crumbling
economy and bring back lost jobs.
He's no friend of the Wall Street
banksters, the armaments lobby,
or the neocons in Washington D.C.
who intend to ignite a new world
war with both China and Russia....
Trump wants to be friends with Putin
—unlike Hillary, who only wishes to
show that she's got bigger balls
than the Kremlin occupant whom
she calls "the new Adolf Hitler."
Trump vows to destroy ISIS and
al-Nusra—instead of overthrowing
the secular Damascus government
and replacing it with Islamic jihadists,
or shooting down Russian warplanes
in an insane no-fly zone over Syria.
Trump is no Sanders, but then he
is no crazed warmonger either.
He is the new Julius Caesar
crossing the Rubicon to take on
imperial Rome. Unless Bernie
throws his hat into the boxing
ring, “Bonecrusher” Trump is
our favorite boxer fighting for
the coveted championship title.
Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2016
I make the regulations,
I do the violations;
I have the right to commit crime,
I promise there won't be any sunshine;
Fools are those who follow equality,
There's no existence of sovereignity;
Making currency is the only motive,
I am the bear snatching honey from bee hive;
Don't compare myself with evils;
I am in myself the biggest devil;
Everything before me is an irrelevant issue,
Will sit in the top,just need some glue;
Citizens of India you have to remain under my feet,
You will be awarded harsh punishment,if you cheat;
Still confused to get my identification,
I came to Earth to give the criminals motivation;
Do ask me question,who am I?
I am the POLITICIAN of this nation.
Copyright © Prateek Tripathi | Year Posted 2015
Or is he heartless?
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
wet behind the ears
soldiers screwed beyond their years
displaced from their “Barbies and Babies”
KILL ‘EM ALL!
programmed to forget
about what ifs
SEEK AND DESTROY!
when deployed, "Boy go!"
Erase your youth
now you’re real damn men!
geddem’ G.I. JOE!
the present is your rifle
so don’t blink about the past
enemies are better dead
so spray them AK’s fast
grab the phone and tell your Mom
you’re comin’ home insane (or in a box)
like our boys in Vietnam!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
Francis Scott Key:
“O say, does that Star - Spangled Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?”
Yes, Mr. Key, the Star - Spangled Banner still waves
Over that magical land expansive oceans away.
True, its residents are as free as after McHenry
And have remained foes of the tyranny’s sway.
The banner is no longer half-concealed and half-exposed
But hoisted on the tallest mountains and upon the moon,
And from the eastern portion of the virgin world
The Star - Spangled Banner can be seen by the sage and the loon.
Ask the enemy of the peace and the lover of concord
And they’ll admit the starry banner still dances in the wind,
The Star-Spangled Flag is still the undisputed king
Among the white-complexioned and the dark-skinned.
The mongers of fear and terror will at least admit
That the stripes and the stars still tower higher
Above disease and the despot’s egocentric desire,
And still stirs the abhorrence of the mischievous liar.
The Star-Spangled Banner, Mr. Francis Key,
Remains true to the welcome of the New Colossus.
The huddled masses continue to breathe free
And the torch is still held at the golden door.
The Star-Spangled Banner yet waves
Above the dark-hued placards of knaves,
The shiny stars light the paths of the unfortunate
And the stripes still choke the voice of hate.
The Star - Spangled Banner still waves
Over the maneuvers of those in bloody caves,
And the masters of wizened religious gripes
Still do feel the heat of the gallant stripes.
Oh, Mr. Key, the stars and the stripes do rule the earth
And inspire those that pursue the satisfactions of genuine mirth,
The stripes yet rekindle hope and the stars light the darkest nooks
That hitherto shadowed the shenanigans of megalomaniacal crooks.
Ask no more, dear Mr. Francis Key,
For that land still belongs to the free,
And the stars and the stripes yet wave
Over that tranquil territory of the brave.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
keep them down,keep them poor,keep them in the dark
sheep,sheep, come follow, foolish sheep you are
you believe we are here to save you,it is all just a joke
but we will be the last to laugh as you drink our poison and choke
drink ,drink you fools,drink to us and die
drink our inflation,eat our deficit, and kiss our bottom line
when it all comes crashing down we will be the first to bail
as you watch your piece of heaven slowly become your hell
follow, follow sheep,please dont think for your selves
genocide is a dirty word but the option is on the shelf
we have been sowing seeds for years now, it is time for us to reap
so get in line you will be just fine, foolish little sheep.
Copyright © ronnie williams | Year Posted 2011
When we felt free
We felt alive
We hugged and kissed
Rejoiced in freedom
Rejoiced and sung
Songs of freedom
As skeptics talked
But he walked on high
And touched the sky
He loved and he gave
The spirit of the brave
He forgave and reconciled
A sad and battered child
He gave us hope
He gave us life
He freed us from our thoughts of strife
He crossed the divide
Of crossword puzzle blocks
And gave us the clues
- We threw down our rocks
But here we are now
Tectonic plates crash on our brow
Where is the hope gone?
Where is the future that we had won?
As we slipped from meritocracy
To simple mediocrity
We look around
And all we found
Was our hopes dashed
Dashed to the ground
Our children suffer, forlorned
Whilst louts with shovels shovel the gold
Of our future that was pawned
For the few our future was sold
And as the fat asses
Roam around in masses
Eating the hay that was made when the sun still shone
Eating the food that the cattle had won
But brayingly they still prance around
Relishing in their new wealth found
As the baby dies hungry and cold
And the baby is buried in hallowed ground
Remember back in ninety-five
When we all felt thrilled –
Remember the victory songs
Of how we would right the wrongs
But now we wrong the right
As for gold and wealth we fuss and fight
And in his cold and lonely grave
As his long road
At his grave
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
They did the mash—they did the monster mash
In a field—in a field of trash
Republicans ain’t cool
Stink like a graveyard ghoul
One sick group—that we need to smash
Author's note: The limerick above can be recited to the rhythm of the Pickett hit song. I am supporting Bernie Sanders and hope he picks Elizabeth Warren for a running mate. The rest are fiends and zombies! This is not a joke.
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2015
A tree of three trunks and ten branches
which grows particularly the maple leaf
and blest with a natural freezer customized by climatic inactivity
with a unique symbol of in-habitation in Alert.
A global authority in the possession of bitumen,
the fortification of Quebec- a stand out in North American glory
consumes nature’s tithe in forest cover
and a popular wealthy merchandise of underground currencies.
It shares the world’s longest meeting point between two lips
and so wet with lakes existing in their millions.
Then second to none in the strength of tidal currents in the world.
while sex sells but prohibited to be bargained or bought.
Next to the largest global nation
is this land housing hospitable citizens
with its warmheartedness centrally preserved in Ottawa.
Identifying with the two most politically and economically related languages
which are highly significant nation-wide
like its consumption of macaroni and cheese.
All the same the uniqueness of its influence is set apart;
silent is its global contribution but powerful is its international attraction.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
Yet once more again
that same old refrain:
good guy coming fast
then finishing last.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2008
you won't believe that Donald trump is secretly a slug
you wont believe that once I ate a bug
you wont believe that jesus was actually a bro
you wont believe that finn loves poe
you wont believe that eggs are actually made of glue
you wont believe that the sky is not the colour blue
you wont believe that under all of the laws of aviation a bee should not be able to fly
you don't believe that if you don't comment on this poem...
... I will cry
Copyright © ur mom | Year Posted 2016
An Ode to The Eagle & The Dove
As I look in Eagles eyes,
As they scan what lies ahead.
He stands a strong guard,
Knowing others have bled,
Many died, doing this,
This standing the guard
The Dove thinks it’s easy
While it’s actually hard.
As I stare at the picture,
Look close at this thing,
Note Dove’s not beside,
But more under, Eagles wing.
Dove’s feet “freely” hold,
The banner to fly,
The red, white, and blue,
With stars to the sky.
But Eagles the one,
Gripping arrows that save,
Both from all comers,
He must always be brave.
It stands, a reminder,
To me, yet today,
When I read in my paper,
What the Doves have to say.
How the Dove wants it all
But not with a price.
They want to leave Liberty.
To the roll of the dice.
They say being strong,
Costs too great a price.
But if you hedge on Freedom
You walk on thin ice.
Not far back in history,
Would we need to go.
To see Eagles brave strength,
Has made America grow.
To the power that we are,
The world has admired.
The Dove would retreat,
Leave Victory, expired.
What the Dove cannot see
As it looks only to self,
The terrorist wants
Both their heads on a shelf.
It’s easy to talk of fairness,
And all the ways we relate,
Across the war table,
They are filled up with hate.
Our life, is what they want,
There’s no turning them aside,
They will even kill each other
And do it with pride.
Do Doves really think,
They can reason with others.
Who would threaten their citizens,
With killing their mothers.
It’s gone way too far,
For rational discussion,
Our strength is from Eagles,
With mighty percussion.
Stand watch my dear Eagle,
I’ll gladly pick up my tab.
It’s far better for me,
Than a cold concrete slab.
It’s now up to someone,
Who’s willing to stand.
And tell all the world.
We offer our hand,
In Peace if they will.
But don’t be now miss led.
There’s a stick in the other
To smack on the head.
Any group or bold country
Thinks they want to come on.
We won’t go down easy,
Or dumb like a blonde.
You know what I mean,
Have we lost our grit?
The Eagles our future.
Stop being such twits.
This has gone on too long,
As has this old ode,
But somehow I hope,
History will have showed.
We came to our senses
Just in the nick of time.
To stop all this clamor,
And turned on a dime.
Starting right now,
Each one should resolve,
To not be the problem,
But help get them solved.
The ode was written by oldbuck,,
just after receiving from above
A wonderfully clear picture of
The Eagle and The Dove.
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2015
Want living in free Ukraine?
Show the strongest intention for that.
From long stretched gloomy past
to the brilliant future merciless cast
your half stoned country and nation.
Go ahead without stoppages and setbacks,
even if Putin gave you 20 billion backs
for returning back
in resurrecting USSR.
Go ahead, mister Yanukovich
in EuroUnion, not be crazy,
run away from dying areas
where reigned guilty comrades, thieves,
cleptocrats and robbers in power and legitimacy.
But criminals and their strong lieder
have own laws,
means and measures for the pressure
much more strong
compare with European asking and rules
on the doubting members and satellites,
who want go away from control
to freedom and independence.
It’s not a simple task,
to quench with the guilty past,
if you cannot for future
you half rotten country and criminals live and presidency
unleashed all previous ties and lings.
Go ahead, mister Yanukovich,
and you shall have save
together with Ukraine
the Russian Federation
so jealous now
for your country and its choice,
from trap of dictatorship and stagnation.
Copyright © zamir osorov | Year Posted 2013
We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.
When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.
How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.
We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?
How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.
So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!
Copyright © Ella Marley | Year Posted 2008
How do we elect all Presidents?
It is incredibly simplistic.
We go to urns and cast our votes in.
'But why?' I asked myself this question
Incessant multitudes of times; in sorrow.
All politicians, including presidents,
And, by their own admissions later,
In their memoirs and sudden recollections
Are incorrigible occupational fibbers.
We always take what they promulgate
During election’s lengthy process
With hugest grain of salt and still,
At the end of it, we learn it all in books…
Titled the same:
‘I would if I could!
But I couldn't, so I didn't!’
Copyright © Arthur Zozulya | Year Posted 2015
The nation is thrown into grief.
Our national flag is flying at half mast.
Everyone is wearing a sack cloth.
The dangling axe fell on us.
And the mighty has fallen.
Our hearts are filled with dread,
And our eyes as heavy as lead.
Nigeria, Africa’s number one soccer nation,
Has been given a run for their money by the Ghanaians.
Culminating our early exit from the African nations cup.
The green and white jersey that we adore,
Have been dragged in the mud.
These are not the Eagles we have been celebrating.
Or are these Eagles suffering from bird flu,
That they cannot glide.
Their spirit was willing but their flesh were weak.
When we were young, we were strong,
Now we’ve grown but we are weak.
The reputation that took us years to build,
Have been destroyed over night.
Because we went to fetch water with a basket.
The baby has been thrown away with the baby water.
The Midas touch we used to have have been used on us,
Because we could not strike while the iron was hot.
The hunter has been hunted.
And we have fallen from frying pan to fire.
Football has kept us together as a nation for many years.
The Ghanaians has put a knife on what kept us together.
And we have fallen apart.
Once beaten, twice shy.
We hide our faces in shame.
No one is to be blamed.
What is sauce for the goose is also sauce for the gander.
Every dog has its own day and it was not our day.
A soldier lives to fight another day.
And never says never because quitters are losers.
The big question is,
Shall our bones rise again?
Or have we withered like the cursed fig tree.
Only the bowel of time will Tell.
Copyright © chukwuma obiora | Year Posted 2008
Christmas and Chanukah fall on the same day
This must be a sign of something
I don't know what
The years roll by like a mighty stream
Dissolving everything in their path
The bards of old spoke of a future we can believe in
Perhaps that is on the horizon
Though it doesn't seem that way at the moment
Our land is in turmoil
What is going to happen?
All poetry is not political
And you can be damn sure
All politics is not poetic
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2016
ODE – NEDERLAND’S CHANT
Dutch greetings we say…
Dutch greetings we say,
in the land of Friesland today.
Home is our joy.
Logical people and not emotional we are.
Expressive are our thoughts.
Call us opinionates, if you want.
Dutch greetings we say to all!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
It was time for the New York Residential Division contract to be renewed
but the Realty Advisory Board desired the members to get screwed
that wanted the members to give some of their benefits back
but 32BJ leadership stayed focus and on track
so on and on and on the bargaining talks did go
but the union refused to have any give backs nor accept the word no
we don't bend over, we don't back up and we sure as hell don't back down
our President Michael Fishman and his team stood their ground
it came down to the wire and neither side would concede or give in
until we had a rally with 10,000 plus members and called on our political friends
and at the midnight hour the new agreement went into effect
32BJ's leadership got the members exactly what they'd expect
they kept all 10 of their contractual sick days
and no percentage of their healthcare do they have to pay
they will get a raise in all four of the contract's years
and there will be no hiring system on a level that is two-tiered
VICTORY for 32BJ the union that never backs down
VICTORY for the New York Residential Division
HOW SWEET THE SOUND
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2010
O, yes, he is exclusively competent
as the national leader
that tightly compatible and coherent
with his time and national traditions.
He had done all for the rise our stupid ambition
and blind glory, post-soviet and post-tsarists illusions
as the perfect relict from past and wild centuries
when cruelty and mercilessness had been justified
for the price of surviving the nation.
Yes, he was merely anachronism and pure extra-rodent,
but also the perfect master of alienating
and usurping all our national richness and rights -
he just took all this things from us
transforming himself for the strong geopolitical figure
and enslaved our fragile society
quenching processes of democratizations deliberately
for the personal influence and welfare.
He was not just the most atavistical president,
previously completely unknown
as one faceless agent from intelligent services
he was exclusively competent
as the politic-relict from past centuries
as genius of that retrograde power and glare.
Copyright © zamir osorov | Year Posted 2014
Sons and Daughters
Sons and Daughters
Sons and Daughters
We want them here
Sons and Daughters
They are all our
Sons and Daughters
Copyright © Rene'e Braxton | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
Proud windswept child
How shall I not
Look onto thee with fright?
- The Lord has spoken,
Loud and clear -
His will men cannot fight.
The Lord has spoken,
Yes - He said -
"As Sarah thou shall be -
The mother of six millions,
Those perished and decieved."
The Lord had mercy over me -
He sent His Angels forth,
Those strong-winged guardians
With their hard,
Never failing support.
Until the end comes
I shall fear
To speak about their names:
And of their brother -
Oh windswept child,
Thou need not say
What Lord has given thee -
The might of all Jerusalem,
The freedom of the sea...
And blissfully He lets you stand
Before my tearless eyes -
He gives you sheer naivety,
A will to be surprised.
So easily He lets you think
All power is now yours -
But lessons history shall teach
Will show that you were wrong...
Copyright © Domi Marchewka | Year Posted 2009