Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon
ordered marinara with parmesan.
When he finished up his plate,
he burped and hopped a southbound freight.
Writing history can be a crime,
when you insist that it must rhyme.
Stand up.
Speak up.
But -
When it comes to a Black person -
You -
Just shut up
It’s funny how -
When it comes to us needing help,
Selective mutism is your only way out.
We fight the big fights,
Play the role of superhero - day and night,
We are heroes without the capes,
And yet when we need support, you hide behind the drapes,
Every other race is given grace,
But when it comes to us, no matter what we do - we are called a disgrace
When a Black person needs protection,
They see our skin, and - accuse us of seeking attention,
When we practice our right of self defence,
We are accused of a criminal offence,
Seen as criminal, for standing our ground
Then we are seen as a danger to be around.
Stand up.
Speak up.
But not for a Black Person,
Stand up.
Speak up.
If you are not Black, they won't see you as criminally liable,
Stand up.
Speak up.
Not to defend us, just to label us criminals.
Epstein's boys club
Mossads black mail list
Trumps buddies
Netanyahu's whores
no morality
example's so shameful here
Mr. Zionist
rants of hate
disguised as depression of tears
the supreme court of perverts
rules guilty
as charged
not so cunning after all
Money for nothing
your genocide is free
we send the cash
you do the crimes
Americans kept dumb
no healthcare
no education
no food for the poor
cogs in the wheels of despair
so they never see
the slaughter against humanity
the Zionists running free
A lovely beach down under
where evil Zionists faced the lords thunder
IDF soldiers dancing with Satan
Rabbis kissing bombs
and wishing onto children their deviations
the Avenger brought justice
for those vaporized by Zionists
as humans they simply disgust us
God promised them nothing
other than shame
evil as this must burn in flames
Now in the Good ol US of A
where slavery they loved forever and a day
Bondi is evil, her morals on display
a woman protecting men in power
who rape and abuse
then blind justice will excuse
I have to wonder
how many Zionists
fund her
or bugged her
Its funny, comedic in fact
to see those who think they have morals
yep
let me be clear
its not complicated
like it wasn't complicated with the Nazis
If you support Israel and Zionism
you have no morals
poets of ill repute
to you I puke
Epstein and Netanyahu
if those two arouses you
maybe move to Israel
with the rest of them
Have a happy birthday party
to the vigilantes of Israel
Asylum from Venezuela’s Instability, Had No Criminal Record
I fled a Country made of Storm—
Where Bread became a Prayer—
And Nights were stitched with Sirens’ Thread
That only Fear could wear—
My Name was clean as Morning’s Hand
When it unties the Dew—
No Shadow followed at my Heel
No Crime my Breath once knew—
The Streets forgot their Gentle ways
The Law forgot my Face—
And Hunger learned to speak in Guns
Where Children asked for Grace—
So I escaped the Trembling Door
Where Hope was priced in Gold—
And crossed the Map with nothing but
A Heart that would not fold—
O Liberty—if Thou be real—
Then open wide Thy Gate—
For Innocence is Homeless now
And knocks—before too late.
Do I differ from a criminal
Is the difference minimal?
I want money, so does he
He just wants it more, you see
So much more that he takes it,
if there’s a rule, he breaks it,
builds himself rationalizations,
Tosses off justifications
We all rationalize,
dress our motives in disguise.
He feels entitled, so much nerve
But don't we feel we deserve?
Though we know its not right
We feel envy, rage, and spite
So maybe those knobs are turned up more
I'd like to ask him, but he'd be sore.
Is it a matter of degree?
Or is there a chasm between him and me.
Is it life's blows made him that way?
Was he moldable like clay?
Good men have done bad things
Like an angel that lost wings
Is there a lift to regain the crown
or is there just one way; and that way's down?
Sylvia Plath -
what a psychopath!
She went to church with Ted Hughes
just to vandalise pews.
Evangelicals of the Golden Coin
hypocrites in every way
every hour of every day
the slaughter and starvation of children
as long as its not their own
they rise up and sing, the others
they deserve it!
colonizers are always right
the oppressed and poor
simply cobble stones to walk over
singing Christmas carols with eggnog
while bombs fall on little children
I want to throw up, sorry
I am disgusted
as would be little Tiny Tim
Marching for the Zionists
Goyim following the orders
of the superior race
death to the enemy they instill in you
as they laugh through their noses
watching you die among their enemies
two birds with one stone
Satan's chosen ones
Everything above
Jesus condemned
be Jesus
Zionists have not stopped
more dead babies
more bombed villages
more starving children
weather and food used as weapons
Syria attacked
mark my poetic words
Lebanon will be next
attack attack attack
kill kill kill
shoot shoot shoot
two more small boys dead
over and over and over
nothing will ever satisfy
satins sexual perversions
Vaporized poem
circle of terror
go back to the title
read again
and again
You once shaded lovers and sparrows.
your branches combed the morning mist-
a cathedral of green where children sang,
and the sun broke bread with your leaves,
O patient giant,with roots like prayer,
you watched seasons kneel before you.
The rain leaned close to whisper secrets,
the moon hung her lamp from your crown.
But two fools came with saws and laughter-
their hands empty of reverence or song.
They did not hear the sap cry out,
nor the small bird scream from its broken home.
O murderers of shade and silence,
what did you gain from such noise?
The world grew smaller when you fell,
and even the wind forgot its music.
Big words
for a troll who attacks poems
then return some of the sour soup back
you know how it goes
you are the troll not them
I stand always with the oppressed, the children, the weak, the voiceless,
the slaughtered, the starving
I , Goliath for humanity
not the David of Genocide
I am nothing
here I stand, nothing much, not at all
nada, empty, a shell of the past
however
never, never ever silent
my only arrow, my voice
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