wild thrill of the chase
as surroundings catch fire
turns nation to waste
munition's flash we admire
situation growing dire
no promises made
more important things to do
the rules must be obeyed
propaganda skews the view
of who has done what to who
flames leaping higher
unseen future shall survive
in the muck and mire
best apologists will thrive
history gets out alive
courage tempers soul
heroes come and heroes go
some left less than whole
mayhem many know
the cost of fighting the foe
beyond the conflict
smooth narrator turning pages
wounds the news inflict
all wisdom of the sages
unread as battle rages
breeding arrogance
power supporting power
without variance
greed guilds the shining tower
dregs of truth, bitter and sour
so easy to start
war almost free to enter
then comes the hard part
invasion setting tenor
pulling out, the tormentor
on and on it goes
quick beginning with no end
branded by war's throes
bloody quagmire we descend
not just gods which we offend
Apologists Are Too Funny
Apologists have been saying for 2000 years,
Jesus will return, you can dry your tears.
But they have always been making this claim,
About the truth of Christianity’s fame.
They always fabricate a ridiculous excuse,
That’s always been considered abstruse.
But Jesus said that some wouldn’t die,
Before he returns from his home in the sky.
He was wrong and no one cares,
That it didn’t happen and their heirs,
Just keep on believing no matter the year.
These foolish souls have so much fear,
That they might be wrong and their god is a hoax.
So they keep on believing, stupid folks.
So for millennia, there’s little change,
When they offer their answers, they are unchanged.
But they’re always quick to tell you you’re wrong.
That their beliefs will always be strong.
They cannot debate and accept the fact,
And refuse to accept the failed contract.
If any other religion claimed the same,
They would say it is false and lame.
Fools and obnoxious they always become.
A waste of time, they’re just plain dumb.
When angels battle the Lord of the Flies,
apologists war with devils of doubt
(the skeptic, the cynic, and worldly-wise);
the unknowns shrink the hearts of the devout:
fear, disease, pain, war, death, all the horror
of Eve's sin for heeding that serpent's lies,
whilst doubting the Truth in whose hand mirror
we creatures viewed ourselves immortal, wise
like gods. But doubt, like hope, refreshes faith;
and faith, belief, when fertilized, knows grace:
then revelation (with love, mercy, and ruth,
from Him that made the earth and us, a race
of humans both male and female). Whether
we choose, live, die: all rising together!
The marchers are 'useful idiots'
chanting 'Palestine, from sea to shining sea'
Their apologists say they don't support Hamas
but the words in their chants betray them en masse
Be they Palestinian Arabs themselves
or thoroughly brainwashed students
The marchers' intent is crystal-clear
a one-state solution
run by Hamas reappears
This is no time for talk of 'Peace in the Middle East'
The hour has come to slay the Hamas-Palestinian beast
...anywhere and about, an apology alters an argument.
Before--bickering breaths boxed bigotry besides bettering bases.
Closure cutoffs, constants considerable circulation, contradicting confusing controversies.
Detrimental debates deliver disturbing discernment, distinguishing divisions' defense.
Every episode extracted evidence, excluding even elements.
Familiar facts fathomed fantastic fiction, fractured factions--following...
(the last line returns to the first line and ends)
say yes to drugs
tax to death successful people
California is a jester's joke
porous borders
corrupt puppets and very broke
white apologists
pandering votes
magnifying our differences
waging war on the police
murdering babies (in the first degree)
glorify gangsters
10 pages of felonies
another slap on the wrist
flying leer jets
while ranting about going green
cry phobia and racism
if somebody has a different opinion
scream at the sky
anarchists of Berkeley
rioting against free speech
sell uranium to the commies
caress illegal immigrants
at the expense of good citizens
Why would you want to
impeach somebody working for free
willing to clean up your mess
Why would you want to impeach success?
NOTHING TO TURN OFF
Crashing red lights having already entered my brain,
Insisting to stay no matter how much thoughts do complain.
Prancing white apologists entwined with remorseless killers,
Muttering useless explanations of a cause so very long dead.
Watching assassination of spirits while minds are orphaned,
Living forever alone surrounded by nothing that cares.
Switching globes yet still finding blindly looking glares,
Flying shadows spinning their evil webs of desolation.
Sickening images vomiting those deaths of innocent ones,
Escaping only from weary television eyes too tired to see.
Facing little evacuation because they are not responsible,
Laughing at foreign faces dealing with distant problems.
Climbing but really falling from cliffs of accountability,
Dying long before last breath taken so sadly for granted.
Executing that power held firmly in grasp for centuries,
Terminating millions of lives without a care for the future.
RWG
Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
Paragon of virtues in not here
All there is are jests
Reapers of fruits of sorrow
Apologists of denied rights
Givers of plateful of tears
Oedipus creatures of tragedy
Notorious angels of piracy
Over-seers of dangling diabetic bellies
Fire- fighters against free conscience
Virtue is scarce as rain in Sahara
In praise of folly is preoccupation
Royalty shifting to trigger-happy kids
The schooled not educated yet
Unless Spirit of God descends
Electra, Oedipus beings shall prosper
Scary ghost land homeland postures
The White masqurades hate us sore
but we hate ourselves more.
They have a problem with colour,
we have a problem with culture.
A black man is rejected for his skin,
while a white shadow is accepted for his sin.
I see a foe more vicious than racists:
a creed of cruelty among black apologists;
I hate my brother for his tribe and history...
How I choose mine is still a mystery.
I am a flower vulnearble to western flood,
but a thorn in the flesh of my blood.
We create our own natural disasters
and seek help from white fraudsters.
Blaming our leaders through the press
is the way we try to clear our mess.
We claim that christianity is white deception:
no religion was created from life's inception.
Islam is said to fuel terrorism and hatred;
show me a religion that is wholly sacred.
As long as mortals are imperfect,
our creed and culture will so reflect...
Shall we end this war within
or remain western waste-bin?
Arise my brothers,
let us secure our blood-bothers!
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