Latakia, Syria
My ship berthed there when Bashar al-Assad, the vile
When a dictator was in power, I found a peaceful town
Dressed in a European manner, there were many shops
selling all sorts of wares, and the police wore sidearms
not machineguns
Latakia had an atmosphere of peace
Then suddenly, rumor had it that Bashar had jailed thousands
Many people were tortured and killed
The USA turned against him, mainly
because of a Russian base nearby, proof that Assad was
on the wrong side of a conflict that appeared to
be based on lies
In the end, Bashar al-Assad fled to Russia, and Syria was free
One wonders what happened to the thousands of
tortured prisoners, said to be freed
"To the White House he strode," sang his choir,
The elephants sparked a dumpster fire,
His words became its fuel,
Deceit was his tool,
While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar."
We need no DC to know all these things,
Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings.
You’ll see Iran sneezing;
And Israel pleasing,
Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings.
Red Maple touted as the fifty-first.
PM as guvnor, a joke just nursed.
Donald talk’s just full of scare,
Yet Putin listens with care,
With the hope that the North's missiles won’t burst.
Troops in Damascus prepare to leave,
Trump's friend in Istanbul made Assad grieve.
To Moscow he fled,
In his tower he read,
The joy of this win, he wears on his sleeve.
Sic semper tyrannis thus always to tyrants. Rebel rebel rebel ! Storms of rebellion topple his brutal regime capture the capital, Damascus liberation celebration. His brutal regime…millions fled for their lives while squashed beneath his iron fist thousands flee who stood by him as his subject's writhe and perish ‘neath chemicals unleashed. Luxury, an extensive car collection rarest of Ferrari’s, Lamborghini Diablo and Rolls-Royce there in his obscenely opulent palace while nine out of ten live in destitute fleet discovered models of his choice. His brutal regime new-found freedom explores an opulent residence torture chambers crumble, captive return to your loved ones as rebels seize the nation’s reigns asylum granted to an ousted leader. Bashar al-Assad in Moscow Assad has fled his country
see how it settles
upheaval with no clear path~
‘tis heaven or hell?
The Middle East
When the persecuted became persecutors
chaos followed; what a mess the Middle East is
Both sides of the conflict like killing one other
up pops more fanatics with eager knives
If you are an Arab Christian, your life is short
if you are a Muslim, they will give you the key
to London and the neighboring locals
Is there such a being as a Christian Jew?
There are Orthodox Jews, men with braided
hair, wearing black hats and dark suits
round glasses make them look scholarly
Their women stay in the background when
on their back, giving birth to yet another
anti-war Jew
In Syria, Assad has fled, prisons are emptying
people are jubilant, but hang on, prisons will
be full again of the new regime's enemies
I read, but can it be true, that the Saudis are the Jews
of antiquity; one can say they love money
and kill their opponents, whether in an embassy
or in a café eating lamb chops
In the meantime, we ask ourselves, will Syria be
Afghanistan, where women get beaten for showing
not a leg, but a pale face of suffering
All is not lost,
the Syrians in Sweden and Germany
are heading back to their homeland
For S and G, a burden lifted
If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
What is Bashar Assad?
Whose hands are stained red
from spilling fellow Syrians' blood
If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
What is Sayyid Hassan Nasrallah?
Whose 'soldiers' use children as shields
Those 'brave men' of Hezbollah
If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
What is Vladimir Putin?
Who bombs water mains and utilities
Nothing left for Kiev to ration
If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
What is Mahmoud Abbas?
Who lavishes rewards on 'freedom fighters'
for dynamiting packed Israeli buses...
Ben-Gvir is a force for law and order
in a region overrun by anarchy and terror
So, he's tough and no-nonsense
~ On HIS side I'll error
Syria, my lovely
Asma al-Assad, the wife of the president in Syria
her crime is to be married to Bashir al- Assad.
Since the president of Syria is sitting pretty, they had to find a softer target hence his wife.
Hadn´t she defended the Syrian army, said they were brave
they must be after ten years of war?
Remove her British citizenship, and we shiver by the thought.
There was an insurrection, and it was crushed.
It could have stopped there if the west had not meddled and
American bombs terrorized the civilian population.
This endless war many Syrians fled, who can blame them?
NATO, too, got involved, this dangerous beast full of generals looking for a fight.
any action, as long it has a pre-fix, “democracy.”
Assad´s chemical attack on the civilian population, surely a war crime.
A Canadian reporter said it didn´t happen, it staged by the white helmets, and no one was reported dead.
The lady reporter had upset the narrative, was sent home in disgrace and now covers handball matches in Seven Rivers.
I Denmark they are sending the Syrians back they say it is safe, they will be safe if the west will stop interfering
See the crying of the poet,
I think he's angry at the mowatt.
He finds it hard to see the troll,
Overshadowed by the tiny sausage roll.
Who is that hating near the Trump?
I think she'd like to eat the diffusion pump.
She is but a yellow abbess,
Admired as she sits upon a labus.
Her cold car is just a snot,
It needs no gas, it runs on lot.
She's not alone she brings a Bible,
a pet snake, and lots of geibel.
The snake likes to chase a God,
Especially one that's in the assad.
The poet shudders at the painful catholic
He want to leave but she wants the non-catholic.
Three girls going to school in a living hell
I just hope to god they don't step on a shell
For their president Assad just does not care
Orders his air force to drop bombs everywhere
Assad must be stopped, the world must find a way
He should be tried for war crimes and made to pay.
Written 29th September 2019.
Review the annals of history
Murder upon murder you'll see
Start with Adam and Eve's son, Cain
Who murdered his brother Abel in vain
Then there's Moses, the saintly lawgiver
Who murdered an Egyptian taskmaster and shivered
The greatest of playwrights, Shakespeare, didn't hedge his bets
He wrote of murder in 'Julius Caesar,' 'Macbeth' and 'Romeo & Juliet'
What of Abe Lincoln's assassin, Mr. John Wilkes Booth?
His name lives all these years later, verily and forsooth
There's Lee Harvey Oswald, shot JFK -- ended Camelot
Else his name wouldn't be worth a pee in a pot
Can't forget the serial killers, whose souls are damned:
Richard Speck, John Wayne Gacy, Son of Sam
Not to mention the 'iconic' socialists you all know:
Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, and Idi Amin also
In this century you don't have to rack your brain
We've had Osama bin Laden, Bashar Assad, Sadam Hussein...
As for 'professionals,' Bonnie & Clyde are your bank robbers
And how about ('Scarface') Al Capone for a celebrity mobster?
So, you want your name to be ever remembered?
Just commit a few murders: Behead and dismember!
The Western world will breathe easier when Kim Jong Un
starts the denuclearization of North Korea.
And the Russian dictator Vladimir Putin gives
Ukraine back its lost peninsula of Crimea.
There will be celebrations worldwide when Israel
and Palestine stop the hate and settle their dispute.
And the constant threat of war is no longer looming,
for both nations' right to exist is deemed absolute.
The world will breathe easier when Bashar al-Assad
ends his civil war and finally leaves Syria.
And the militant Islamist group Boko Haram
stops raping girls and is driven from Nigeria.
Democracy will win when President Donald Trump
is exposed and reduced to a political quirk.
And global warming's threat is taken seriously,
so the fate of our planet is not left to guesswork.
(Quatrain)
June13, 2018
While we sit on our rumps and curse about Trump,
Assad murders thousands with chemical weapons dumps.
While we fuss, fume, and fret about gender change,
Iran's mullahs ramp up plutonium to nuclear range.
While we rally for movie starlets on the casting couch,
Putin cuts down opponents with a poison touch.
It's normal to moan a bit and even complain,
But when so many are slain by bully rulers in vain,
It's time to wake up and do the right thing:
Time to reign in Assad, the mullahs, and Putin;
Time to call out those against whom we should be rootin'!
Failed States
So they killed Gadhafi to free Libya and
got the Western world to help them. Alas the rebels
only fought for what they could get,
and now Libya is a failed state. They have tried –rebels-
to get rid of Assad with the help of USA, the country is
on its knees, but some nations are seeing through this charade
and are willing to keep Assad in power, for the time being.
It will not be easy the Americans and the Israelis
are doing their best to turn Syria too into a failed state.
it is up to us to stop them
VIDEO: LovejoyB: BALLOON
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg
"DAMASCUS"
There is no collaboration in War
Poison winds and bullets
The fallout from a silent bomb that arrives out of nowhere
Lives left dead and damaged in the rubble
Line's drawn
Zip code
Zip locked
A Child's Tears
A Mother's Face
A blood running river silent scream
An absent State of Grace
A pointed loaded gun
Homeless nowhere to run
The enemy could be close
those you know
havoc reeking destruction
A pointed loaded gun
Another's War
Damascus
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Feb)
1.
https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/605359/syria-nuclear-world-war-3-bible-prophecy-damascus-armageddon-donald-trump-vladimir-putin
2.
https://www.hrw.org/news/2018/01/11/syria-children-under-attack-damascus-enclave
3.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/02/20/children-among-dead-71-killed-assad-regime-bombardment-eastern/
4.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+17
5.
https://www.youtube.com./watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg
You looked up to the skies
Praying angels would guide your voyage… sigh
Away for the brutality, of Assad and his war
You escaped, brothers three in arms
Loving, and wanting to build a better score
Wishing peace and happiness, to bury all wars strife
Dreams of an engineer filled with hope and new life
The irony is that you would have to fear
Some engineer before you, who let the fires
Kill the poor the small and unspoken ones
Assad you see appears in many forms
Evil and greed often born of the same seed
I only say to you and your brothers
We weep for you, one and all, no one should suffer
I too now, have a dream
A building, beautiful, majestic and masonically tall
Named after a builder who lost his future in London’s fall
To the British elite who care not at all
Dignity belongs to all people, no matter small or tall
A pockmarked plane atop the wooden box
tilts as it dips in the Syrian void,
its hollow compartment lining the faults like
a silver ball which never rests but always
rolls, always weary those worrisome holes
that chisel the quarry to calcified clumps.
Six years spent fighting, flushing freedom
from his nepotistic keep, have rendered al-Assad
a face full of age, nights free of sleep,
and lucid dreams of an Arab Spring
flooding the fields his brother plowed.
There he stands, slaying the wakened womb
that would bury its own for stable graves, aware
there’s a million more marching outside his door.
5/25/17
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