Best Kissinger Poems


Premium Member What If

What If

  You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control you through fear, lies, and manipulation and deception, but you don't realize it's happening.
That these people have been planning this a long time and they are incredibly smart, evil, rich and powerful.
That they are the people that you trust, listen to, appreciate, and admire.
That they are many years ahead of you in technology and they have gathered so much information on you, that your privacy doesn't exist.
That they control the economy, your food, your water, your money, and through the false narratives on television your mind.
That they are so evil that you in your worst thoughts, could not fathom their evilness.
That their goal is to depopulate the world from 7.8 Billion people to 5 hundred million.
How you might ask? Through your food, vaccinations, chemtrails, your water, medications, lack of health care, and many other ways.
That they want a data bank on everyone on earth through your dna and tracking, and tracing devices.
There are many of us and few of them, so they want to monitor us at all times so we can't retaliate when we realize what they are doing to us.
After they give us our freedom back with conditions, they will bring us back to our prisons at home with another plandemic.
Then they will tell us that if we want our freedom we have to first be tested and then vaccinated.
Later they will say that your money carries the virus and they will bring in the cashless society. Why? If you don't go along with the program, they shut off your funds.
That they want to disarm us, take our weapons so we can't fight back. Canada just banned assault weapons, U S A will follow.
Henry Kissinger said, You want to control the masses, you control their food and their money, and they will do anything you ask.
My friends welcome to, THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
Go to YouTube. Everyday they take down their videos to censor them. Warn others like I have warned you.

Off The Grid With Doug and Stacy
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Tell all that you love and tell them to tell ten others. So forth and so on. God bless you all we are in this together...

Michael Tor

Conscience To Shame

Joplin was to Southern Comfort
what Hendrix was to smack
Morrison was to masquerade
what Dylan never lacked

Woodstock was to boomers lost
what music is to rhyme
Saigon was to those who stayed
what Auschwitz now reminds

Kennedy was to hopes and dreams
what nightmares are to some
Castro was to leftist thugs
what cymbals are to drums

Kissinger was to Nixon
an Appian Way to roam
Dr. King to civil rights
what kings are to their thrones

Walter Cronkite was to news
what context is to fact
Altar boys to feral Priests
what pretzels are to snacks

58,000 were to die
 a wall would then proclaim
58,000 were to all
— what conscience is to shame

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Year Zero

Cambodia, the Khmer Rouge movement, the leader Pol Pot,
Killed twenty-five percent of the population, a fact most people forgot.
To spare you is no profit, to destroy you is no loss,
That was the ideology of the evil boss.
Buddhist monks were killed and religion was banned,
No one was safe with this beast in command.
Children placed in labour camps, civil rights were abolished,
Schools and hospitals shut down, homes were demolished.
People getting shot for wearing glasses, laughing and even crying,
And if you spoke a foreign language you were definitely dying.
Slave labourers dying from overwork, malnutrition and executions,
While the U.K. gave the Khmer Rouge plenty of contributions.
Minority groups were targeted, Thai, Muslims, Christians and Vietnamese,
But they explicitly targeted the ethnic Chinese.
Millions of pounds from the U.K., millions of dollars from the states,
All working together in terror, they were the best of mates.
What Nixon and Kissinger began, Pol Pot completed,
And none of them ever showed remorse for all the people they mistreated.
© Wes Martin  Create an image from this poem.


Palestine

A Travel to Palestine 

In a landscape of chlorophyll sprinkled with yellow and red flowers,
neglected olive trees and bushes, my motorbike broke down,
my mobile was useless no signal here and I had a long walk home.
If I only had a donkey I could continued to the hazy blue mountain 
that has has always eluded me, moving away from me when sought. 
The beast and I could have reached the mountain, over and past it and 
ended up in Palestine, old people are respected there; mind some 
old men do not deserve accolade, like Henry Kissinger, a man of many
sins, but I would flame the downtrodden with the fire of freedom,
and not let them sink into the peace of slaves who have lost how to 
dream.  I would then give my donkey to another old man and travel to 
Amman in Jordan and take a plane home, sit in my room and be glad
that my life had not been futile, and listened with ease as shadows of
assassins surround my home.

Heartless Henry

Henry is revered as a great man, a teacher, like he was our saviour,
But what about his immoral philosophy and evil behaviour?
The Kent State shootings, an act of insanity,
Operation menu, a crime against humanity.
A brutal bombing campaign against an innocent civilian population,
Not a single person ever brought to justice from the Nixon administration.
A monster philosopher of wealth and subversion, a master hypocrite,
But so many describe him as a man of great charm and wit.
I find these comments perplexing, the man violated human rights worldwide,
Was involved in Pinochet’s bloody coup in Chile and Indonesia’s genocide.
Christopher Hitchens told the truth about this monster, he even wrote a book,
The trails of Henry Kissinger, an interesting analysis of the crook.
His crimes were ruthless and cold, an obvious amoral megalomaniac,
A two-faced, callous beast who just loved to attack.
© Wes Martin  Create an image from this poem.

Old Age and Revenge

A Travel to Palestine 

In a landscape of chlorophyll sprinkled with yellow and red flowers,
neglected olive trees and bushes, my motorbike broke down,
my mobile was useless no signal here and I had a long walk home.
If I only had a donkey I could continued to the hazy blue mountain 
that has has always eluded me, moving away from me when sought. 
The beast and I could have reached the mountain, over and past it and 
ended up in Palestine, old people are respected there; mind some 
old men do not deserve accolade, like Henry Kissinger, a man of many
sins, but I would flame the downtrodden with the fire of freedom,
and not let them sink into the peace of slaves who have lost how to 
dream.  I would then give my donkey to another old man and travel to 
Amman in Jordan and take a plane home, sit in my room and be glad
that my life had not been futile, and listened with ease as shadows of
assassins surround my home.


Coat of Arms

Ah, look! 
here is a fat white samurai, 
goes by the name of Jeffy.

I see him,
drunk and slurring insults in the direction of his brothers
what a shame.

He might have been someone
yet here he is.

If only Gawain or Kissinger or Super Mario could have been there instead of him, 
maybe they could have averted the situation from its violent course...

But none of them were.

And I, Jeffy,
drunk and ever foolish
fought a dirty fight in a dying bar against overpowering odds.

And sadly, I won.

The Man Who Sold His Soul

The man who sold his soul

I can’t let go of Christopher Higgins yet, not that I knew him, 
but I have read a couple of his books – not impressed- he is
not an author.  A very erudite man with a photographic mind 
He could remember everything he had read at University, 
and that is impressive and on occasion  he used his scholarship 
prowess to dazzle an opponent to stammering silence.  
But I have been watching man you tube programs of his act
or performance and it struck me one day he has no depths 
and he is also an intellectual  opportunist who realized which 
side of the slice of bread the butter was on.
He was a man who defected from his own youthful promises 
Who sang like a joker and received accolade, because he only
0Raged against the has been – like Kissinger- no one likes him
A mild criticism of the foreskin cutting Jewish practice, but he 
reserved his venom to the Arab world which it became clear
he had only bookish knowledge. He had a good life in America
and seduced by its naivety he continued unsteady journey

Tragic Magic

torn middle eastern attire
an orphaned heart on fire
houses turn to rubble
gotta bomb them on them on the double
who wiped the mossad prints off nine eleven
every body knows angels cries from seven to eleven
our hell is the wrong side of your heaven
the lizard queen had uncle sam driven
the lord red child demanded israhell should be given
from cocain bush to moron bush
come tim osman give me a treacherous smoosh
silverstein where have you been
there's a torn Iraqi spleen
afghanistan fell for c sea spin span
red zio jew out only to have the blue
kissinger brezinsky and their plastic jihad
time to put in chinese glutin in putin the man
now syria libya and egypt here comes pain
gotta love the freedom rain
clinton whispered to somalia I'll bomb hope
obama said yes we can pounded syria like a mad man
putin cried remembered chechnya missed the fun i want in
the orange trump fixed his hair hump yes let's bomb again
Israel took a selfie with saudia humanity couldn't erase the blood stain
oh middle eastern child
empty bag for a pillow
their magic is mellow

Tamer Hossam

What Conscience Is To Shame

Joplin was to Southern Comfort,
  what Hendrix was to smack
Morrison was to masquerade,
  what Dylan never lacks

Woodstock was to 69,’
  what music was to time
Saigon was to those who stayed,
  what Auschwitz now reminds

Kennedy was to hopes and dreams,
  what nightmares were to some
Castro was to leftist thugs,
  what cymbals are to drums

Kissinger was to Nixon
  what Canada was to home
Dr. King to civil rights,
  what kings are to their thrones

Walter Cronkite was to news,
  what intention was to fact
Altar boys were to Priests,
  what pretzels are to snacks

58,000 were to die,
 what a wall was to proclaim
58,000 were to all,
 what conscience is to shame

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Premium Member Oh What Fun

I DREAMT 
I WAS WATCHING 
MY MOM AND POP AT 80
HAVING EROTIC SEX
THEY WERE JOINED 
BY AN ELDERLY
GOLDER MEIR
AND 
HENRY KISSINGER
AND 
A YOUNGER CHER

IT WAS VERY EXPLICIT AND CLEAR
GOLDER DID IT ALL 
AND 
HENRY LIKED THE REAR
WHILE CHER CALLED OUT 
THE NUMBERS
IN RAPID SUCCESSION
68  44  86  101

OH WHAT FUN
BUTT
NOT
WHEN SEEN
THROUGH  
THE GUILT OF A SON.

I Think We Need Another War Today

There’s people losing confidence
In diplomats and presidents,
You can’t believe a single thing they say.
I’ve got the proven remedy
To give this country unity:
I think we need another war today,

I think we need another war today,
Let’s find some lucky country far away,
And let’s send some advisers in 
(And find out later we can’t win),
I think we need another war today.

Let’s open up that Navy Yard,
And get those fact’ries working hard,
Let’s give ourselves a little raise in pay.
Let’s spread some blood on foreign soil,
And save the Rockefeller’s oil,
I think we need another war today.

I think we need another war today,
Let’s find some lucky country far away,
And let’s send Billy Carter in 
(And notify his next of kin),
I think we need another war today. 

Let’s infiltrate the Left and Right
And find out who’s afraid to fight,
And toss them in a dungeon, damp and grey,
Let’s draft the unemployables, 
Those poor folk make expendables,
I think we need another war today. 

I think we need another war today,
Let’s nominate some country far away,
Let’s send Anita Bryant in
To entertain our fighting men,
I think we need another war today.

(…keep the choruses going ad infinitum with the third line different each time, such as:

Let’s send Kissinger instead
 Of you and me, to face that lead…

Let’s send Lieutenant Calley in,
I’ll bet he’ll know where to begin…

Let’s send Teddy Kennedy.
(He sure could use publicity)…

Let’s send William Colby in,
To torture women and old men…
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.

Doomed

Doomed 
After the bombing dead children everywhere
like a doll factory had exploded, strewn limbs  
warm spaghetti on the parade of inhumanity.
From Joan Rivers to Kissinger a chorus as old as
humanity sought heaven “We don´t care you
 brought it on yourself by defying us.”

 Down a sand dune a decapitated head rolled
the bloodied head of innocence and a chorus of 
young men in black with scarf hiding their faces;
“It is your fault you brought it on yourself, and we 
do not care and we will never die.” 

White cumulous clouds on a blue sky see it all and 
will when asked do humanity deserve to exist?
 Shivering we wait for the answer we know will be 
what we deserve to hear.

Premium Member Complex Situation

sir james saville HRH andrew battenburg/windsor sir
Larry parnes sir cliff richard lord boothby ronnie kray reggie kray jeffery epstein gisellaine maxwell anthony
kidman kevin spacy peter sutcliffe sir bob hawke
louie mountbatten richard nixon billy graham henry kissinger queen elizabeth 2
All different people at top levels who didn't really know
each other.? Or mix in the same circles, or were on the
Same upward pay grade so intruiging and thought provoking.?
Obviously the battenburg/windsors and louie mountbatten
Also the krays knew lord boothby and maybe others?
Would they have similar leisure intrests i know a lot of
Well heeled people do wimbledon.' So would that be meeting
Also functions, like state funerals, world cups would such
People go.?

Premium Member Love Things of Floridness Sake-

Love said I
 the things a floridness sake 
he warned me about what's at steak
 and his eyes have all the pearling
 I am shorn of my remake 
much I marvel this slack 
A flame you warmed me about 
the minute humilities games
 it was tame, same,  aflame 
You warned me about the shame
 it was same, tame,  lame
 the ashamed
 of fronted adoring of those kisses 
that are ignoring the kissinger 
came imploring love we have shall be adhering


2/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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