Frivolous half-
tone heathens over-
hit the hive mind's fa-
vorite flavored com-
ing hither in-
side out of
strike zone slav-
ery walls.
A RESURRECTING REFLECTION ON TODAY’S TRIBULATIONS
Confirming its intent
And what it all meant
The POTUS spoke loudly
With very proud temerity
Of making a mockery
Out of chattel slavery
By invading another country
With evil military occupancy
Controlling its humanity
And its rich resources
With his powerful armed forces:
But let us not be dismayed
Over this power-mongering raid
That God’s retribution will overcome
This demonic decision that was made:
This crucifying, unjust political insurrection
Will likewise be met with justice’s resurrection
And the ascension of God’s divine wisdom and guidance
Navigating us in life along a pathway of divine benevolence:-
A natural world
Strife is natural in an untamed world
Other animals are competition that
must be eliminated as food is scarce
Pets are an abnormal phenomenon
Peace is a lull, an unnatural stoppage
A pretty flower is the result of survival
the devious cunning of the attractive
A peace conference is about extracting
other people's land and chattel
If the world is a nasty place, it was made so
for life to survive, to become a monster
and eventually the extinction of humanity
In the name of peace
I will put you against a wall, shoot you blue
green and yellow with my paint until you
a white flag of surrender
I will paint blood dripping red paint on your
for hire a plane, the one that dropped a bomb
In a café in Gaza
We know where the plane's pilot lives.
If that doesn't stop you, I will obliterate you
My arsenal of drones that shot a man off
His wheelchair, pulverize your house with all
It's chattel, if that fails too, I will use nuclear
Our bombs are for peace, but yours
are for evil
Do as we tell you, or we will kill you in the
In the name of peace
Lot’s wife
Abraham’s wife
Studebaker’s wife
First lady, no name
Women are chattel
To be owned and toyed with
Really?
Is that what we want our daughters and granddaughters to know?
Is this how we want them to feel about themselves?
That they could be put into box cars with pigs by their men?
I roll my eyes at the stupidity of history.
Let’s make the history books fair, the men say.
Let’s put one article about a woman at the back of each chapter.
So, the history books now have one hundred and fifty pages about men.
And twelve pages about women.
Equality and fairness.
I hope the girls of today understand
They can become women now, not merely be girls all of their lives.
Difficult since most will figure out they are being disrespected
In every academic history book.
Were Women Once More Prominent in the Bible, God?
I would ask God if this is a level of Hell
For why else would we have rapes, child sex trafficking and murder?
I would ask God if we live more than one life
For I feel strongly that we do
I would ask God if the Bible was different once upon a time
Before the editors took out the books that referred to reincarnation
I would ask God if the women used to be more prominent in the bible
Before the male editors began changing it up, so we could be chattel.
Poor Jack ran a futile race
couldn’t keep up the heated pace
lost the battle
someone’s chattel
now he has a Halloween face
Lot’s wife, Noah’s wife, John’s wife.
Who invented the internet?
Don’t say Hedy Lamarr.
Name someone else.
If it was a woman, no one will care.
Not the girls in the audience?
What girls?
You know. The other half of the population.
Good grief! We should not have even given them the vote.
Next thing you know they will want to be put
into the history and science books.
Especially if it is that time of the month.
Let’s do what we can to keep them chattel.
Sounds good to me.
T’was “a day that will live in infamy”
January sixth twenty twenty-one
“The Other America” waved its flag
Her darker brothers witness the privilege
On a daily basis throughout their lives
When they see Black skin, they see chattel
People around the world witnessed the day
See Two Americas show their dismay
Privilege unleashed his punch against privilege
Does America specialize in hate?
He ripped off the sheets exposing the weight
Can’t put that genie back in the bottle
He hides well inside White plight whining crime
You really think there’d be no consequence?
People bought and sold as chattel
Considered no more than cattle
This still goes on today, you see
In markets we are told are free
The difference being that the slave
once bought and sold for a fee
is now free to sell his services
then slave away ~ a new employee
We, the citizenry as a whole, cannot successfully coexist peacefully. Family units, as a whole, cannot exist peacefully. Isn’t it hypocritical to expect more than we can do, from world leaders, The same as us, except for rank. Until they feel the pain, and suffering, of those they govern, they will continue to sacrifice lives, and create hardships in others, in the name of righteousness, as easy as cutting chattel, from the seemingly never ending stalks of wheat.
A voice said I had to go to the well in the center of the meadow
It was midnight; there was no way
The voice was persistent, insistent
Would not allow me to go back to sleep
or rest in any way
Do you think this is another prophesy? My husband asked.
He is from a family of soothsayers and healers
He understands the power of this internal voice
I do not know, I admitted, but I have to go
He was going to go with me
but an internal voice yelled “go alone!”
I thanked him, quickly explained and went alone
It was a balmy night, I arrived quickly.
A girl came out of the shadows to tell me her tale
She was frightened, terrified of her husband
I knew mine would have turned her in
I gave her a place to stay away from the house,
brought her food and gave her a bit of money
A distant relative agreed to take her
We saved this woman a life of grief,
when women were chattel, owned by husbands
I am glad this prophesy helped me get her
away from a wicked man, my husband’s cousin.
found out how he faired
in a way which made him scared
still his soul was spared
what i want to stress
must be sure that style of dress
always will impress
for beer had a thirst
then ended up being cursed
another beer nursed
had been big battle
what would we do with chattel
herd up like cattle
we shall plant each seed
grow food so that we can feed
those who are in need
amount has increased
we were hungry like a beast
on food we will feast
Peer into the heart of any woman:
and tell me, what do you see?
Is it a woman shackled to pain,
crying in despair, at the weight of her chains?
She breathes, she breeds, and she dies;
like a lesser being, in servitude to a man.
A child of Eve, reduced to chattel by the church,
mothers and sisters, sexually,
physically, and mentally
abused and exploited by their fathers and brothers.
It's time for women to break their chains
of conformity and assert their rights.
Men too often act like arrogant apes;
out of step with time and truth.
And yet, they rule the world
of their creation.
Men have always coveted being kings:
and still do.
With few exceptions, most macho men
feel the only right a woman has,
is the right to pleasure them.
So, step up, ladies,
and inform them; they're wrong!
Fate held, unkind to breast
amnesty's heart, thine to rest
tomorrow, unknown chattel
hope, stands alone in battle
forgiveness, yours
from love's ladle, pours
another stolen day, borrows
eyes keen, our tomorrows
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