(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In The Morning
In the morning the house smells
Of the sandalwood scented candle
I burned all night
In honor of a slain patriot.
I wake heart still heavy
And it just gets heavier
When the news keeps coming in
Of how much his enemies despised him
And how they gleefully celebrate now.
It’s odd to think of sane people celebrating
The murder of a kind and just and righteous,
And may I say, pure soul.
It just goes to show where their hearts are
And where they are not.
Morning dawns on a new day
As hundreds of millions of Americans wake up
To what is now an openly declared war
Between good and evil, liberty and tyranny.
And somehow it feels like 1775
All over again.
(9/11/25)
The two sides will be: caucasians (white people) and everyone else.
It's necessary to organize to fight it or immediately to escape the country!
Foolish people are saying there have been times like this before in America but that's false.
If you know enough about German history and how the Nazis were able to accomplish what they did within the short period of time that they operated, you would recognize the same coalescence of "power forms' occurring here today!
So . . .
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO PREPARE FOR THE IMPENDING CIVIL WAR
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NOTES:
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The two sides will be: caucasians (white people) and everyone else.
It's necessary to organize to fight it or immediately to escape the country!
Foolish people are saying there have been times like this before in America but that's false.
If you know enough about German history and how the Nazis were able to accomplish what they did within the short period of time that they operated, you would recognize the same coalescence of "power forms' occurring here today!
So . . .
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO PREPARE FOR THE IMPENDING CIVIL WAR?
Permission for draft of requisition order
Civil war family heir
Destroyer class reconstructionism
Turn liberty up a notch for the western fleet
Fussy bonnet held us high
A destroyer class vessel is surplus
Afforded the documentation of drafting
Her pardon
Is not a priority
Abandon requires address
The 451 st Civil Affairs Battalion
The adjustment of languaging a building.
I come from this to you, as a published author of poetry books. In allowance of paper and address we aren't communicating for sun reasons? Limitations of equality?
451st Civil Affairs Battalion.pdf
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Fe M. Escobal)
God laughs when fools behave like racists
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
And receive preferential treatment under the basis
That the lighter complexion is superior and better.
God created one race. The same blood flows like a river
In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
All persecuted individuals are His children
The lighter shade is neither superior nor better.
Fools love to divide, to disunite in order to conquer
God laughs when extremists comport themselves like fools
God does not like when his children are treated like tools
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are deliberately chosen.
Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
We can’t escape it, don’t know what to do.
People at each other, guess it’s overdue.
Yeah, we’ve read about it.
Is it here? I doubt it,
but I’m here to tell ya that it all is true.
Cuz the world’s falling fast into decay.
Makes me wanna stand up, shout to say -
I don’t really know man!
Where we gonna go man?
We can’t keep going on and on this way.
They make us think there is a choice to make.
They control both sides, why won’t we awake?
Why we wanna to play it’s
such a stupid game it
has us on a path to the same mistake.
Cuz ya know it’s all been done before.
Every empire’s been brought to the floor.
Why we never learn man?
Getting played each time and
every time the scale and the cost is more.
So, now it’s time for the final scene.
Every story ends if you know what I mean.
Nothing’s gonna stop it.
Everyone is lost with
no way to escape cuz… we’ve all joined a team.
Ether: 13: 20-21
In the light of the South where the sun burns bright,
We march for freedom, we march for right.
With each step forward, we push through pain,
Dreaming of a world where love will reign.
The streets are filled with glimmer of hope,
As we gather strength to help us cope.
In the face of hatred, we stand tall,
United we rise, divided we fall.
My children ask me, "Why must we fight?"
I tell them, "For justice, for what is right."
For the dream of equality, we strive each day,
In the land of the free, we pave our way.
Though the road is long and fraught with fear,
Our voices echo, loud and clear.
From Selma to Montgomery, we march on,
In the name of freedom, until dawn.
They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.
They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.
I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.
Leaves flap in the breeze
From the tops of the trees
’Round the battlefield that
Rests just below.
Hand to hand
Sun to sun
We pass on the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
Brothers in arms,
Brothers in harm.
Slaves to graves,
Anger in waves.
People in chains,
Brandishing pains.
Blue versus Gray,
As families pray.
Hand in hand
Gun to gun
We retain the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
Blue takes Gray
North wins the day
Gun is aimed
A President claimed.
“Death to tyrants”
Words of violence
A man of flaws
Brought down by law.
Man to man
Son to son
We re-teach the notion
That civility in war has never been done.
A nation cry
A last train ride
Put out the fires.
Rebuild the spires.
What God hath blessed
Man has messed
Men finally freed
Lessons learned, time to heed.
Flags fly in the breeze
Surrounded by trees
With a thousand
White crosses below.
Man to man
One by one
May we learn the lesson,
That no war has ever, truly, been won.
A coat was laid upon the shoulders
potential threats firmly at bay
arms that held the precious mould are
protecting those who chose to pray
a bridge to cross a sea of secrets
as towers leaned towards their fate
cross the heart and aim to keep it
and swallow what will fill the space
a canopy arched over wisdom
confidence came in its wake
another bound to seek a kingdom
let tragedy come and dictate
supported by the staunch and loyal
rallied a champion whose colours bled
a sacrifice made for the soil
the consequence cost him his head.
If they were truly “civilized” would the “civilized” nations clash?
Hamlet, sharpen your sword of trust, for Macbeth is surely waiting.
The specter of ‘Civil war’ stalks the land and the ghosts of senseless violence, so long docile, have come to hollow-eyed attention.
Our cauldron was filled with innocence, as the ever-thirsty succubi require, the glory of war is being shaken, not stirred and the betrayal will be served as quick and cold as steel.
#chefskiss
Yes, a polite war would be acceptable.
A respectful carnage, much more civilized.
A war to remember as genteel, noble,
and well played.
One officer to another:
"I say old chap can you move your men
a bit to the left over there,
so as we may shoot them more cleanly?"
"Anything to oblige sir,
we can't have the wounded littering the battlefield
creating any unnecessary fuss,
or indeed,
leave the broken corpses just anywhere -
there must be order."
That's how it should be,
neatly bloody,
and then folded away in a history book
far from the cannons roar.
Five Score Years ago Abe
finds an end to racism? Signed Proclamation
‘till the nabe
divided all
King’s dream of Emancipation
we fall
Unite
civil nation
rights!
Five Score Years ago Abe
King’s dream of Emancipation
Rights!
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