their wills stronger than their wont’s
like mountains, immovable
stone deaf, irreprovable
compromise beneath them, a dirty word
betrayers of this world, rest assured
The Tariffs
here we go again, in a strong country where most workers are not unionized, but the rich are and the working class has to pay for the wealthy’s expenses, this time in the form of tariffs those who have the business of production can reduce the local market’s cost, but they will not instead, they will jack up their prices because we live in a free society where the lower order has little influence to demand better pay
There will be demonstrations against hard times, the strikers will be vilified as enemies of freedom, thrown into jail on fake charges, and called renegades, and the press will tell us they are betrayers of the American way
Yes, we have seen this before in other countries in another time, but the outcome is always more poverty, when the people are subdued and real freedom fighters are shot on the streets or, on the tabernacle of progress, peace bitter peace will ensue until the state collapses into a civil war
da Vinci paints the apostles,
when their time was set.
To join in the last supper...
that's when they all had met
To find out that Judas was unloyal,
open at page one.
When Peter followed in his steps...
To betray the father's son
I saw some politicians and sponsor
And I craved to the scene censor:
Not good to look at like cancer,
Unless dead one’s from-birth sensor
Or one buffoon like TV Spencer…
The sponsor would the stuff bank roll
But should like to dictate, each role:
For all betrayers “Hangman’s pole;
A body blacker than charcoal…
His percentage gives of the whole
To be released with Godly soul:
“From day one work towards the goal;
Out Politics would good cash dole.”
Some aspirants listen, dry-lipped,
Others waiters, who’d just been tipped!
There is no greater love than this,
than that a man would lay down his life
for his friends. Jesus called me friend
long before I ever heard of or knew him.
I suspect if they had to, my mom and dad
would have died for me. They loved me as
indeed, parents should love their children.
The love of my parents and that of my grandmother
is second to none but Christ. In spite of the beating,
the thorns, the spear, the humiliation, and the curse
of the crucifixion, Easter's voice could not be silenced.
Easter speaks and says to me:
LOVE your enemies,
and it's okay to
call them friends
and treat them respectfully.
Remember Jesus and Judas?
FACE and do not flee your destiny.
Be in step with your destiny's timing.
Be quick to FORGIVE unconditionally.
GIVE no less than your very best.
Remember Jesus and Gethsemane?
Regardless of the pain and torture;
Though the cross is too heavy to bear;
and in spite of betrayers and deserters,
FIGHT to the FINISH.
Remember Calvary?
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Romans 5:7, 8
Watch out for betrayers, the knowing handmaiden said.
Cleopatra took the apple, not realizing she would soon be dead.
The asp was hidden well, same color green as the apple’s stem.
The handmaiden was tossed into the tomb, her fate totally grim.
Demonstrators in all riots
Aren’t at all full or half idiots:
Any fellow on Rich Diet
Most likely will remain quiet…
Idiots don’t fear Police Canister,
Whose contents are damned sinister.
Cops begin to consult Tear Gas
And vanish would even a lass;
For man fancies not Helpless Tear;
Once its source sights, to The Rear...
With Betrayers they remonstrate,
Against The Bizarre demonstrate:
Idiots don’t know when Auditors
Are Arranged Phony Monitors…
Your So-Called Idiots know the risks
In one playing too long corrupt disks:
Just The Accidental Discharge
That make rioters not in-charge;
Yet, those that voice it keep quiet:
You don’t Idiots meet in Riot.
He makes his own decision
For himself
And also for the rest of the people
Once it's made
No freedom of choice
No compromise
Though he isn't the messenger of God
But he pretends to be one
He wears a super mask
He is actually the devil
A devil lives in his heart
What's impossible can be possible
What's possible can be impossible
He's the law
He creates confusion and chaos
His betrayers will be punished
But I'm sure
He himself will be punished by God
If not by man himself
If our problems
The passing clouds
Ahem... When will they pass?
Can anyone just say aloud?
If the failures
stepping stones to success
Hmmm... Still how many stones do I need
To reach that dreamy crest
If betrayal
makes you stronger than ever
Will those loyal betrayers
Feel the guilt forever
If motivation alone
Brings you the verve to drive
Would not the speakers and writers
have plunged into the laurel river
If karma
The boomerang
Will it swirl fast like a wind
Or will it go back to pavilion
Sending Love to My Papa
Underneath his multiple dark layers,
He was desperately seeking the light.
Wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing his betrayers,
Kinsman who disregarded his cruel plight.
Memories of guilt, loneliness, and shame,
Ruined and fragmented his tortured soul.
Years of misdeeds and their utter disdain,
He spiraled down an abysmal hellhole.
Tragic mother’s attempt at suicide.
Philandering father bedding hussies.
Abandoned precious children mortified.
Devastating hearts of blameless babies.
Ignored was the beauty of innocence,
Unearthed by kind love and strong resilience.
I am me.
I am not what you perceived.
But
I am me
An African princess.
I am not a slave.
But
I am me.
A daughter of a king.
I am not a victim.
But
I am me.
A victorious survivor.
I don’t fear betrayers.
But
I am me.
A brave heroine.
I don’t listen to haters.
But
I am me.
I am a powerful human being
Peace through out our land
God is the anchor and our sails
He wants us to prevail
Angels guide the wise
Goodness shall rise
To help prevent
This power was sent
He never left
He simply slept
Waited on apology
Would you not agree
A simple prayer
For his betrayers
Precious and more of
From the gift he gave as love
God assuring
Times are turning
Through out the years
We caught God tears
Eternal Heaven
Was God confession
It’s my Time to reign, in my domain.
Stand back haters, and betrayers.
It’s my time at last, you treated me as an outcast,
I am free from you, you stay in my past.
I step into my light, it is shining bright.
I claim a life of abundance, your jealousy is so redundant.
For many years, I was in your shadows, making myself small,
So that all of you can stand tall.
I took the wrap for your mistakes,
Keep quiet, when you spoke hate.
You never gave me a chance, to explain my side of the story,
Instead you claim all the glory.
Stand back haters, and betrayers,
It’s my time to shine and reign.
You are now in my domain.
At last I am free, from your captivity.
I can be now true to myself, I escaped the prison of hell.
It is my Time.
Roebain
,
Let's burn their flag
their Confederate flag
The flag of traitors, of betrayers
Let's burn their flag
Let's light them on fire
their Confederate flags
The flags of those who humiliated
the once-noble African race
selling them down-river at auctions
Let's light their Confederate flags on fire
These traitors hated all blacks -- in THAT,
they were unbiased -- I've witnessed the
snarl on their lips trying to say '*****,'
spitting out, contemptuously, 'Ni-gra.'
These betrayers pleaded 'States Rights'
when they knew damn well that no
state has the right to grant freedom
to some, while denying it to others,
whose blood is as red as their brothers...
So, let's burn their flags
their Confederate flags
Let's burn them all, light them on fire
and ban them forever and aye
Gone are those days
Gone are those days of joy
They've now been replaced by pain
Gone are those days of laughter
They've now been replaced by tears
Gone are those days of happiness
They've now been replaced by sadness
Gone are those days of true friends
They've now been replaced by betrayers
and back stabbers
Gone are those days
when love was pure
now it's so sore
because some fall in love for fun
after getting what they want they run
leaving you to pick up the pieces
of your broken heart
not knowing even where to start
We now live in a different world
because good days are gone
and bad days are born
Gone are those days.
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