I ascribe his bigotry as an affliction and a burden of misdirection . he will not negotiate or diverge from the mockery !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
Using religious piety,
To spread hate in society,
Cancer masquerades, to destroy
Using every malignant ploy,
Spreading spite - feigning honesty,
Thriving well as a fallacy -
A wolf with warm deceptive eyes,
Charms one and all with its disguise.
Its rule is avid bigotry,
Feasting on the minority,
Spreading uncontrolled all-around,
All of compassion’s voice is drowned.
Breaking walls; tearing hearts apart;
Hateful seeds sown in every heart.
Muzzling dissent, playing a perilous game,
Fascism is this cancer’s treacherous name.
Copyright © by Crystal David John
THE FATE OF YOU, ME, BIGOTRY, AND DIVERSITY
(Apropos Of How It Must End To Be)
Because you are you, and I am me,
You say, between us, there’ll never be unity;
That between us…always oppressive diversity:-
For since God made you different from the likes of me,
In this same world in which we have come,
We were never, ever, to become as one:-
Oh well, if this is to become truly so,
Be aware, it’s time for you to go!
IN AND OF TODAY’S ICE-COLD POLITICAL
WINTERING OPPRESSION: 2026
In iced-injustice,
Hued lives are daily iced-out;
Even native-borns:
The red-flow of injustice,
Iceing-out equality:-
Today’s iceberg
Political oppression,
Must now be met
With liberty’s steamed larva
Of flowing retribution:-
Ice-cold oppression
Must now face human nature’s
Springing rebirthing:
Democratic liberty,
Greatly blossoming again:-
God’s human nature,
Is to be in his service!
Not of Satan’s hate:-
Thus, it is time for us to
Get our al sisu all lit up!
She hadn’t worked there but a month
from far away she came
Her hair was curly, long and blond
I don’t recall her name
We spoke of money once or twice
a banker she could be
But deep inside, a poison dwelled
which I was soon to see
One day she pulled a wallet
from the purse she always had
She said it was the last possession
of her now dead, dad
She handed me the wallet
soft and gray and old
And said it was the very last
her father’s hand did hold
She said it was made special
the skin was from a Jew
That very few existed
and not too many knew
Time was frozen, as I held
a sin inside my hand
A wallet from her father
created from a man
I asked, What do you mean to say?
and gave the wallet back
She said that it had been a Jew
once taken from a shack
I said, Why did you do this,
and make me touch this thing?
How dare you think that I’d accept
this hate for Jews you bring?
We never spoke a word again
like strangers we would be
From that day on, just looks exchanged
between that girl and me
Destined a red rose, as her tired feet were that day
Day she stepped on the bus, she sat where she should
Should, upfront, where she belongs, so peacefully
Peacefully, with fortitude, seeking equality and justice.
Justice she never thought would come with such liberty
Liberty divinely shining, smiling eloquently, abundantly
Abundantly with God’s fortitude, her aching feet planted
Planted to move not, like a tree rooted beside still waters.
Waters of stillness in her soul, running deep, led by God
God leading her through the valley of the shadow of death
Death where the Lord is her Shepherd—she feared no evil
Evil, His rod and staff protect her with goodness and mercy.
Mercy, she shows all the days of her life compassionately
Compassionately, with reverence and love for humanity.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr., Ph.D. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved. December 1, 2025.
I didn’t see my privilege because I was
separate in many ways from those
who did not have it
by fate not white-white
that honeyed light that people like
me enjoy, like caramel on vanilla
as brown-like as is allowed
to maybe someday be even beautiful
people liked my skin, they told me
my eyes
loved my outside. even as a child
I thought, but I had nothing to do with that
See, that’s the truth about skin
we don’t do that to ourselves instead
they make it that their likes are favored
I didn’t see my privilege because I was
blinded to those without
it, I didn’t know
those who suffered from society’s gaze
or remained unseen by the hierarchy
of which my unearned color provided membership
hatred, tribalism, shame, oppression also
unearned
I didn’t see my privilege until I did
some still don’t
and then I tried to understand
when things did not make sense
when anger flared from people
not like me, who did not like me
and what I represent
and I tried to see from behind their gaze
I saw how angry I would be
without the privilège I didn’t see
OF TODAY’S POLITICAL GARDEN
Today’s new Eden–
Apples of tribulations,
Juiced with oppression:
New sneaky snake enticing,
Wiggling his sneaky red tongue:-
In rigid halls of dogma's might,
Begotry's dark shadow takes its right,
A fortress built on fear and scorn,
Where differences are met with disdain born.
The zealot's voice, a strident cry,
Echoes through the void, a divisive sigh,
Intolerance breeds in every line,
A world of others, cast in decline.
The narrow path, a rigid creed,
Leaves no room for hearts that freely proceed,
The gaze of judgment, cold and grey,
Falls on the different, day by day.
Yet, in the silence, whispers unfold,
Of empathy and understanding's gentle hold,
A call to break the chains of fear,
To see the world through others' tears.
But begotry's grip is hard to shake,
As conviction turns to anger, hearts at stake,
The world divides, a fractured whole,
Where love and kindness lose their role.
Their win, has its wind
Slap-blowing in our faces:
A musky-trump wind,
Blowing, blasting bigotry,
Slapping justice in the face:-
Wow! 100 days!
Thunderstorms of injustice;
Human rights are drowned:-
I don't know if from where do people draw their bitterness against other people. But bigots nowadays don't know the difference between patriotism and puppetry...
If humans must wage war,
let it be upon our own evils.
Let there be genocide on
violence and divisiveness,
malice and indifference,
prejudice and inequity,
foolishness and falsehoods.
If humans must make weapons,
let us weaponize goodness,
arm ourselves with love,
beat peace into plowshares,
and (nearly) kill with kindness.
Such are the wonder weapons
we humans of the world want.
A Swedish man abandoned his plan
to stage a public Torah burning
for which very few were yearning ...
In its wake the UNHRC (United Nations Human Relations Council)
passed a resolution against religious hatred and bigotry
which the United States and European Union opposed
due to 'free speech restrictions,' a blow to every religious minority
~ even Christianity
Be not a slave of a bigoted mind
With crafty heart that's so unkind
For its tyranny will enslave your soul
Like a sickle that will rip apart your goal
July 15, 2023
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