Best Liberators Poems
The heart of a man thrives wholly
with the respect of a woman whose nurturing
soul is not threatened by his strength
but finds comfort in his protective care.
The love of a woman is won completely
by a man willing to lay bare his vulnerability
at the mere sight of her approving smile
or the touch of her healing hands.
And neither is threatened by the role of the other,
but are wise in the ways of their creator,
in whose infinite wisdom
endowed each with opposite strengths
so they may be equal partners
walking forth solidly hand in hand
as co-conquerers of challenge
and liberators of love.
A civil war flared up and raged on for freedom
Unequal it was, this bloody war for honour and secession
The natives renamed their land Bangladesh
Inviting anew the wrath of a desperate West
The army’s presence then, was overwhelming in their land
Due to the simmering discontent within and a border to be manned
And from ground and air the armed forces effortlessly struck
It was anarchy all the way with the West’s army running amuck
In thousands they perished, nameless sons of the soil
But the army had orders and the people’s aspirations to foil
They killed and burned and looted and raped
Digging mass graves to conceal evidence of the dead
Granaries were burnt and villages razed
The troops shot all that moved and Bangladesh bled
Women captured alive, endured inhuman pain
Brutally used, they’d be killed with a bullet to the brain
Through their brutal acts in ’71, a sovereign state struck terror
And as news of the carnage spread, an impotent world watched in horror
Protector of civilian lives, the army had turned butcher
Nine months later and a million dead, Bangladesh resembled an abattoir
Resistance was futile against the war machine
Would the aspirations of Bangladeshi’s remain just a dream?
In this riverine country that year, the monsoons suddenly arrived
Rivers in spate impeded troop movement and halted the state’s genocide
With the receding flood waters, India joined the fray
But now Nixon’s 7th Fleet showing solidarity with Pakistan steamed into Bengal’s bay
Mercifully the Indian leadership stood resolute and undeterred
And the rampaging army in Bangladesh was quickly outmanoeuvred
There was no resistance from the state sponsored killers
Ninety thousand troops surrendered meekly to the liberators
Reports of atrocities and mass graves were dismissed as slander and lies
The masterminds were let off the hook, pressured by powerful allies
They looked destitute, desperate and worn-out
from the inside. Their spirit and pride was deflated
from within.
On the other end they saw their dreams chained
and buried in tombs, by people who claimed
were liberating them from darkness;
without their spirit, they were in the dark.
A wall was separating them from their presumed liberators;
the wall was invisible and high. The wall was in their thoughts...
Question frequently asked by
those who did not join the liberation struggle
Nothing. When we realized you weren't with us in exile
We invented a rainbow nation but lightning struck it
Shattered it into the trails of our political rush
Sweat and tears and blood in
Absurd abundance
And crazed we smelt the odour of betrayal.
We only know that freedom sang in us
Everything. We went into exile in search of a new life
Clinging to our hope, hungry for freedom
We'd had enough discrimination and suffering
To last a lifetime
And so we believed with all our hearts
That if we fought we would all become masters
In a classless society. Patriots were thus born
On battle fronts and in camps.
We also believed we were
Turning life into revolution
And creating the first semblance of nationhood
We never gave up the dream of returning home
Dreamed so hard that even in dungeons and prisons we
Never stopped talking to ourselves
Nothing. We geared the liberation struggle and locked all
Together into concentration camps. There was no escape
We gathered many people incapable of free survival, insulated
From the grim reality, each person in himself helpless
The comradeship was closed and we laboured
To make a getaway, into the national image, into a new
Dialogue with ourselves and our brethren at home
Many, thus, gained fame
In the way of great corruptors
Retiring to the African Union
To cultivate grand corrupt-schemes
In the name of freedom, the people and nationhood
Their continuing praises make them our liberators
Whose many words are believed
By the many who have not one.
Everything. A struggle less recognizable each year
In a pattern called war
We too were a rare
Pattern. As we wandered down
The freedom paths.
Nothing. Behind the waving flag
Is a letter we hid
It was brought to you on Independence Day
By a courier from exile
Comrade, we regret to inform you that
Your father, mother, daughter, son, relative
Died in action.
Our exile was an eager meaninglessness
We knew it had to come to an end
But it was the liberation struggle
And you weren't there
Women have been battered and abused
Since day one
Systemic domestic violence
We are so done
A movement has started #me too
That has opened up the doors
To shine a light and give a voice to those
Who say "I ain't gonna take it no more"
No longer will women be silent
Not passive in their behavior
Dauntless and determined
Like Jesus The Christ our Saviour
It's time for all women to step up
To be bold and speak out loud
That freedom ain't free
Our lives do matter, no longer to be enshroud
Striking a blow for freedom
Against our oppression
Righteous indignation
We are so now stressing
Now focused on what we have
And not what we don't
Letting our faith empower us
Falling back we no longer won't
Faithful, fearless and fighting just to be free
No more abuse, no more battery
Destined for greatness we've always known
That one will always reap whatever one sows
Now as daring women of impact
Confident, courageous and called
Striking a blow for freedom
Our hands fisted and balled
For with God before us victory is guaranteed
Feisty and forceful yeah that's We
And like the mighty Alpine ibex goat
We will climb and scale new heights
Up the rough side of the mountain
With only one goal in sight
To eradicate our abusers
By any means at all
Women of impact # not me too
Confident,courageous and called
Stepping out on faith
Trusting in the God we all love and know
And symbolically like Jael with hammer in hand
For freedom we'll strike a blow
Striking a blow for freedom
Decisive we now act
We are women liberators
We are women of impact
Who am I ?
Someone standing
On the shore
Or some one
Who sailed across
The seven seas.
I am the toiler of sea
A seeder of the earth
An emblem in nectar
For the humming bees
A creator in deeds
For impassioned ends
In tune with liberators.
My bones return to earth
And roads flash under pines
Trusting the high clouds
Or carried in palpitation
By the stilted winds
In greet for the advent
Of some warmer seasons.
Lying under oath
With an American pin on their shirts
They wave the US strategy
Dance ‘n Killing and Smiling
They plunder our economy
Using the propaganda to show nothing is wrong
The fox is in their bed to fill the illusion
It’s hiding behind the bush to prevent the truth from showing
And the hounds are on the chase
Get out those guns he yells fight for democracy
With a Sieg Heil under their breath
They emulate what was long ago
Listen closely to their words and phrases
Homeland security is a neo-nazi face
It induces post World War 2 Hitler’s German race
Roves descendents created the cinders of Auschwitz’s
Eugencies are alive and well in hiring questionnaires
They want to know how you think
They want to know how you’d react
They twist your mind to test your reasoning
We need true bloods to defend our way of life
He rally’s the crowds enticing the young
You can come home soon when the job is done
I’m sorry, I don’t have a date
Because the democrats wont give me the money
to hold Iraq into a prison state. To fund the war
you see where not invaders were liberators
it just looks the same
I have asked for a simple resolution
An agreement without strings attached
Without an ending date to pull the troops out
Why cant the democrat’s compromise
Why is it they don’t understand?
That our solders are there to defend the American land
To trick and sway
Dictatorship! Through democracy is the only way.
I guess Im an old geezer, to me amazed by the first pocket calculator, but there
are a few words or phrases that I cannot stomach. They make me crazy (Like I
ain't crazy enough already) Anyway here they are;
Hi! I'm Billy Mays!! (blood pressure surges, fists are clenched, and words I'd
never say pour out of me)
Quality Time (get real!)
Bonding (you got the glue?)
Dot com (dot com this.....)
Blog...(is that english or a plumbing term?)
Politically incorrect (that's what God put politicians on earth to be; thieves......
Sensitivity(lost your sense of touch?)
Credit worthy (or, how much can we rip you off for?)
Soulmate (is that for blacks only?)
Liberators (invaders)
Military Intelligence (what an oxymoron)
New Jersey (don't seem so new to me- ever smell Elizabeth N.J.?)
Preemptive strike (invasion)
Male enhancer (what slimy level have we reached?)
Martial arts (paintings from Mars?)
Virgin Mother (no comment!)
Disfunctional ( what function are they 'dis'en?)
Moral standards (a bunch of bull shooters)
Erectial misfunctions (proves the law of gravity, anyway!)
Out of the Loop (where? In Chicago?- did I miss a stitch?)
Salt of the earth (so where's the pepper?)
I'll probably come up with more, and miss another night's sleep; but, oh, what the
heck! Chow
Hail this American killing machine!
Our power multiplied by our
ability to market
abomination
And damnation of enemies
following a leader
we see criminal
Though not voted for by citizens
or questioned by legislature
or put on trial
Not to spread democracy but to
force it into hearts
by ripping through flesh
Exposing the armor of bone
encasing the heart and
breaking it free
Then through media and propaganda
it is massaged to beat in a manner
that is American and good
Only to have the heart reject
the surgeon that saves it
as it explodes staining the faces
Of its liberators and fallen comrades
now seen as sacrifice and martyr
causing unity against a foreign invader
That no longer has an agenda
just presence in fallen family rooms
where justice has never dwelled before or after
We bind the wounded
Encourage the hurted
Rebuke the wayward
Enjoin the truthful...
Rejoice in the Just...
Prosper in elect ones
Goes the adage.. in time..
..Winds are tied up...
..In hope for The Dawn...
...Yester's liberators
Are they not today's
Most feared tyrants....
.....Were we not all in the trenches....
..Tree of my liberty was shed mine blood..
..Rooted in them veins crimson in color.
..Them leaves colored green after worlds..
..Crowned with a royal shade of blackness...
Cast off yet you the ONE that waters
That they shine and abide in peace...
They that enjoin and hope in love...
They that desire to walk in The Truth..
Trampled like a rag
You took the fall
Why do I yet nag..
You my redeemer..
The Path chose Me
You lifteth from the ashes
Making them princes...
Yet your soul Ya Rakbii
Was it not with them
Them sons of Men
Hear them ask of me
Where are you chariots
Mighty warrior where
Are your armies why...
We made a sacrifice
You are enjoying freedoms
That full of message beat
Was worth the sacrifice
Hope in the unborn ones
Makes us soar on the edge
Lest by anger we shatter
The sacred communion
But you made I shed tears
A defender overcomes all
Bitterness loss loved ones
Yet stays true to calling
Yet do now I see the light
The dawn we so much desire
Did I hear the trumpeting jumbos
Did I behold the city of promise
Did I see you Rakbii roll in
With Myriads of Holy ones Reign
Making your home among-st us
Is it not at hand Ooh.. Yah Karima
Emissaries now do send Rahman..
Go swift messengers send a dove
Make way for His The Majesties Rule...
Great thoughts are the great means we have
To rise from the lows and miseries of life
And soar high to the levels never reached
By those who never had to suffer the pain
The setback, unmerited, that fell to our lot:
It broke our back but reached not our heart.
Thoughts are the liberators at our command
To break open the gates of all ancient fads
That have held us captive in terror for years.
Thoughts set us free, spread wide our wings
We soar high in air, conquer oceans and land,
And we march on with friends, hand in hand.
Thoughts banish the doubts and inhibitions
And all that is clumsy and not so gleaming
In sights and surroundings that have broken
The spirits of men strong in will and power.
Now that we’ve no fears that shackle our feet,
We’ve the chance to fight life’s battles again.
Great thoughts may break the self imposed ban
That has denied us the courage to dare and win
The rewards and citations that can yet be ours
If we learn to ignore all tantrums and work on
And create timeless art that all humanity loves:
And we’ll sing to hope, happiness and élan.
Great thoughts give us the voice and the rhythm
To sing out in joy and elan to the green mountains
To the waves of oceans and the clouds parading by
To the colorful birds and butterflies whose tantrums
Are a serenade with flowers and foliage of our earth;
We’re no longer afraid of tyrants, ghosts or phantoms.
Great thoughts spread the carpet of grass to roll on.
D-Day + 80
They came as boys
but left as men.
Their prayers cried,
please not again!!!
When war intrudes
young lives transcend.
Lives marching forth,
as others end.
With hate and vile
come enemies,
to kill and maim;
atrocities.
Can peace prevail
when hatred boils?
The soldier cares
not for the spoils.
American soldiers were never invaders or occupiers. They have always moved as liberators.
Father's Dislike
American hero, a man my father would ing hate, was a real golden ball boy. Olympic athlete, he saw and did it all. Jessie Owens, Nazi Berlin, history being made.Making history.Joined the air force. Flying Liberators over the Pacific,
bombing the Nips. Sent out in a piece of junk, engine failure, into the drink.Escaped the sinking bomber. Hell starts here. Weeks adrift in life rafts. Braving sharks, typhoons and strafing Nip bombers. His mates died. Finally rescue, sent to hell,
again. Picked up by a Nip ship.Taken to various prison camps.Beaten to an inch of his life, many times.Seeing brutality and death, again. Finally, the hell of war was over. Back to glory land to build a life. Later, returning to the land of Nippon, not for
revenge but forgiveness. Only his old jailer, named The Bird, refused to meet him. A story told, milked by the Yanks, with a message: war is death, there is no glory. Forgiveness can happen but is any of the necessary? Death, violence,
destruction, bloodlust killing? Nothing is learnt, each generation gets it own war, death painting the land red. And so it goes on. It will never end till the last heart stops beating. Then peace will reign. In a world free of Man. Only then, will war be over.
What they saw, that seminal liberation day,
Defied, at first, all comprehension;
The winding dirt road uncoiled to a clearing,
Snaked to primal ordinariness, a camp, militia deserted.
Static gates, fences of rust stained barbed wire,
Ramshackle huts in the near distance,
Flanking sentry towers and water towers attentive only to silence,
For the birds were not singing.
And in that silence seethed the heavy earthen burden
Of graveyards after rainstorms,
Of fear that gnaws in the gut,
Trickles of icy blood from intestine to bowel,
A silence that lies dead against the trunks of hanging trees,
That dominates above the frozen fields of battle done,
That rules in funerary deserts at night,
That defines itself in the airless vacuum of space.
What they saw, creeping-crawling dawning of envisioning,
Burned branding iron snapshots on each cortical cell,
As there they stood with slackened jaws,
And gaping eyes, weeping denial,
Conversely knowing the dread damning truth.
As hands grew taut, bloodlessly white yet hot
About the walnut sheen of cold carbines
Gripped in fright and mourning at humanity’s supreme debase.
Swaying, gentle tilt, lined behind the creaking cables,
Skeleton people in malodorous pyjamas,
Their own hands tapering like pale rags,
Grasping the nettles of cold steel wire,
Rotting mirror images of their liberators,
Staring back at them with saucer eyes in skull faces,
Eyes electric with black reflections, vision haunted,
Of unfathomable despair, near-death dominion, inexpressible torment.
Recent confrontations
between older RightWing defenders of orthodox violence
and younger LeftWing liberators for inclusive cooperative peace
and restorative,
therapeutic green justice,
have all been massively mediated
between Donald Trump's Make America Grotesque Again campaign threats
to promote unhealthy narcissistic uniformity
against more LeftWing integrity
of democratic hearts
for liberal humane-divine love.
Personal political experience
has taught more faith in cooperative webs of interdependent compassion
more cooperatively powerful
than competitive walls
of hostile military-industrialized
automated ballistic autonomy.
Rather than an explicitly resilient conversation
about what we hope to healthy achieve
through wealth of compassion
and co-empathic democratic powers
with all natural/spiritual
ego/eco-energetic people,
non-violent plants
and non-sectarian planet,
The candidates for WiseElder defense
of orthodox Business As Usual capitalistic Truth,
when WinWin cooperative GoldenRule confronted,
resisted,
questioned,
by actively hopeful universally democratic youth
for liberally compassionate unitarian liberty
confront a hypothetical Wall
to deny apartheid-wounded neighbors,
Walls overly defensive
for White male property enslaving owners inside
significantly contributing to further pathological sectarian divides
rooted in ignorance
suspicion,
supremacy theories
That White northern and western males
were, and are,
more clearly incarnating King James English translations
of White male God's divinely imaged inspired intentions
granting privileged grace
for evangelical BadNews WhiteMale Elders
Colonizing their weaker, but gratuitously better, half RightBrain minded women
and children
and indentured servants
until we get their Win/Lose ballistic and high-walled defenses
more right
than networking compassionately left
dismissively unmediated
through cynical detachments
more WinLose toward long-term climate LoseLose
than rapturous WinWin,
both short and long-term
ego- and eco-systemic healthy wealth.