they chant-and they chant
but do they know the words true meaning?
they wear the colours that show their support
but do they know what these colours represent?
they wave their flags but not of their own
some may say this is an act of treason?
the words they chant are against a certain ideology-
but it's that ideology that gives them freedom.
they say they are for free speech
but if you disagree...?
they say you are free to express your opinions-
but when you do, and its opposite to theirs, they condemn.
they say they are for all fellow man
but if you go against their narrative, you are not human.
they say they are against racism-
but their words incite racist acts.
they say they are for love and peace-
but never denounce a violent group?
they condemn the brutality of their nemesis-
but are silent when their ally does the same.
they say they have it all worked out-
but have they lived life yet?
They shout ‘Not in my name’
as if for Israel’s self-defense
they were to blame
They scream ‘Globalize the Intifada’
as if their voices ever mattered
They chant ‘Palestine will be ‘free’
from the River to the Sea
without a clue as to what that means
They denounce the IDF from their comfortable American homes
allege Al-Jazeera-reported ‘Israeli atrocities’ in vulgar poems
They are ‘Peace Now,’ ‘J Street,’ ‘progressive’ Jews ~
whom the Mullahs aim to slaughter when they so choose
Be a good man for God.
Bury all the bad things,
Regret and forget the past.
Being good, pleases God.
Be careful on muddy ground.
Leave quietly, don't entangle,
Run away and don't look back.
Live with a clothes not sin,
Denounce darkness in prayer.
Keep willful spirit strong.
Help others to do the same.
Enlighten your mind freely,
Follow the Gospel of Light.
History is no mystery
Unless you were born
A descendant of scorned
African tradesmen and tradeswomen
Stolen from their lives
Of husband wives
Children and wise old ones
Whose brown skin kissed by sun
We lived with the lies
In the shadow of cries
To get over it let it die
The nerve of you guys
No one says get over the Holocaust
For us sympathy and empathy is lost
Still we will live with forever chained
To ancestors genetically despite vain
Attempt to erase their worth
Denounce their struggle
To even pray their own way
For you drug them to church
To read bibles that glorified you
Tribalism prohibited and refused
To Allah God you must explain your “truth”
Injustice, a tale as old as time,
Echoes through the ages, a perpetual crime.
From Amos' scriptural cry to traditional Ifa's call,
The holy Quran and Bible, too, denounce injustice's thrall.
Yet, why do people struggle to uphold what's right?
The wealthy steal millions, but negotiate their plight.
No punishment, no sentence, just a slap on the wrist,
While the poor, with nothing to offer, are crushed, and their lives, dismissed.
In African lands, innocent souls are jailed each day,
Their freedom, a luxury, they cannot afford to pay.
A young man's fate, a stark reminder of this cruel plight,
Sentenced to death for stealing a fowl, 14 years of endless night.
His parents, worn by grief, their hearts, a heavy burden bear,
Their son, a victim of injustice, with no one to care.
How did we sink so low? Who'll rise to right this wrong?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the poor must unite, and be strong.
United, they can challenge the predators in human disguise,
And fight against injustice, with a collective, courageous cry.
Bing informative
the SCHWA sound
become the topic of the day
Dipithong, Dipithong
ooh, ooh wee!
Schwa:schwa!
the Schwa sound
the schwa sound is destroying me.
T notch filters.
Try to spook the others
they used unsafe tactics
that caused people
to boo and jeer.
The Schaw sound
shall maketh him
smarter
then he will never be in need
of these types of Chanagans.
Speakest Lammbeeria the Whorish Harlot of Dikkinism
Larghissimo!!!!!
that he shall streess in labor and shall be
poorest in Dipipothong. His streesses shall cause him the error
such oppurtunies shall allow others to have me as I am a whore.
Than pregant I shall say to him.
You'didist and now you must largemente with money. If this is real and I have no secrets. Denounce me that we have prominated on the shores of the Creeks and the ponds have feed us with fishes.
Drought the earthen shell fish-pow'da-pow-da, pow--dah !!!!!
grind the snouts to pow-dah!!!
Spoke the whorish harlot!!!!
How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.
How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.
Wow my apartment is so quiet
I can literally hear my heart beat
My muse seems to have retired
In my broken down hp pc
I’m forced to freestyle
Let my imagination run wild
Get in touch with inner child
And red reasons to frown to smile
First thing is my monk friend
Texted me at 5 am with greetings
And two of my three men
Are part of thoughts so fleeting
I think I have to admit to me
I like the idea of lavender love as wealth
As soon as red flags start flying
I miss my Buddhist ways of health
I am such a free fuchsia spirit
I also embrace Christianity
Deep in my heart I feel it
That the way is not limiting
What if the highest one
Is like a path that one will find
As long as you seek enlightened ones
And denounce everything evil in kind
What if your mind is open to
Good and wholesome love
And your heart becomes renewed
As your peach path opens up
I have no amber answers
Only amethyst analysis hazel hopes
That hate won’t be a cherry cancer
In us or U.S. help Holy Ghost
As I said my muse is confused
Trying to revive from an iPhone
I know that my heart will choose
Holy love first as hearts home
Attending an ‘SDS’ meeting
Watched ‘Democracy’ take a beating
Listened to strident, long-haired voices denounce the USA
shilling for Marx, Hegel, and Lenin all the way
As for ‘law and order,’ it was ‘Kill the Fuzz.’ ‘Off the pigs’
SDS ‘big bad wolves’ sure got in their digs
"Boycott Israel, the apartheid state"
Accusations against South Africa could wait...
‘Systemic racism, colonial imperialism, a fascist President’
The SDS in 1969 ~ blazing trails for today’s arguments…
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"SDS," Students for a Democratic Society, was the 1960's
forerunner of the 'cultural Marxism' infecting universities and
even some corporate boardrooms today.
I aghast viewed the evidence..Palpable obvious formerly
Not imagable now so excrable, i felt sick deep inside; felt
Nausea as a tide.)) Stand..' I felt the need to denounce'
So I decide..To announce' this tyrants, term it should be
Decried..' Removed..' All access for him strongly denied.! No
More government funds that surge in a co-inside and hide
A week or so goes by..I read more; on the constitution and
I think 'oh my! ) this must have been of my own mind; volition??
Not of God as I had thought? For the constitution says
His seat is most safe..I must be wrong.' Then I saw a certain scene on the street
A man responded to trudeau, I don't respect you. Oh no.'
A few days more on, A crowd drove him from a hotel along.'
To a restaurant..He had to leave they were strong.' My mind whirled so it was thinking it is
Gods wish!! Shortly after this the petition came to be.' almost
500,000 was the quota to see.! Then last week his own mouth he
Himself, condemned, I acvise that God is active here my Friends..He intends to turf the galah; from his foetid nest..Soon.'
The news will his loss assess; and all may then after address.!
Now comes a gale,
With it rain and hail.
Fail or prevail,
Virtuous or derailed.
All will be impaled.
Those who’ve lived with thorny crowns,
Will rejoice to renounce.
Those with silver spoons and shining gowns,
Will weep and fall down.
Those with fate and lived to denounce,
Will assume the golden town.
While those who’ve hailed false crowns,
Await the burning hounds.
Though the image pass the storm,
To the hearts beat forever unknown.
If only the journey be known,
One's image never too late to be born.
Pleased since the first time I saw your face
Shallow breathing, I hesitate
But you breathe for me
Face to face
You melt in my eyes
Beautiful hair that intertwines
With my finger tips
Panting slow
I kiss your lips
What is your name
What is in a name
Take mine
I denounce it
Give me a new one
Let us make our own names
Let our bodies do what hands do
I love you
Though I am shy
I latch on
I hold strong
Oh God let this be the one
Let heaven hear me
Let stars fall at his feet
Let the number of sand
Be the many ways he adores me
Let my heart be in sync
I just want exist in his arms
Wear his ring
Bear his children
Live and be his
Know and know he is mine.
May we be blessed to remember…
if we are unhappy with the world we are living in…
If we denounce…deplore…disapprove it….
The world will never change for the better…
If we only complain….
but do nothing to improve it.
If nobody knew me.
I could varnish to the thin air.
Dine withe the unfair.
displine the cute ,uphold the ugly
And
Walk in you like oxygen
I could smile to those who care.
And be helpful like pathogen.
If..
If no one knew me.
I could breeze to the deepest ocean.
And
Bath in your soul.
Could denounce demons clean.
Could be a phenomenal idol.
If.
If no one knew me.
Could change like day to day.
An amicus of dare
And
Tell fiction.
That defeats friction
If nobody knew me.
I could dance naked.
In a million micro second
Could be ordained marry ,and de-marry..
Could not hurry
For time could be me.
If no one knew me
I could use my unconscious mind.
To make the rude kind.
Magnify the blind
Preach from behind.
If...
If no one knew me.
I could be me.
Like a spirit.
I could be you.
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