They came saw and conquered
and plundered other nations heritage as trophies
voices of dissent drowned.
The elite saw themselves as the educated elite
wrote learned books about statues they had purloined
also told of what significance it had.
For the people robbed of their symbols.
The pilferers became ennobled.
Sometimes theft pays.
Most of the stolen culture ended up
in a museum, so the people could wonder
and be proud, although some had an afterthought.
Now that we live an enlightened time
the British Museum is no longer proud of their
possessions keep sending some cultural icons back
to the countries, they were taken from.
How many times has the Empire State Building been struck by lightning?
I was guessing three or four then I remembered how old she is.
So, I guessed twenty times.
If I took that times five, I would be a lot closer to an accurate guess.
Mercy is granted because GOD the FATHER is LOVE
He cares, and HE is LONG-SUFFERING
However, you must know
When it is time for our LORD to act
We know that HE will—that is a fact
The Empire Strikes Back
The magnitude of the Lord’s fire should never be forgotten
God gave His only begotten Son, Jesus, the Holy One
The fall of man could not stop the Lord's purpose
The call for justice brought the Glory of the Kingdom
The story of salvation declares the Power of the Blood of Jesus
Man can now be forgiven if he accepts the plan of salvation and
He can once again receive the Holy Spirit
An oxymoron declares the Glory of the Lord
Our enemy thought that he would win on that day
But the book of Genesis declared that our enemy would lose
Jesus died on the Cross; Jesus won on the Cross
He rose from the dead; Jesus lives forevermore
The empire strikes back, and now man is on track
He can fulfil the Lord's purpose and glorify God on earth
Jesus died on the Cross; Jesus won on the Cross
The Cross is victorious; This is glorious
The empire strikes back!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Empire of Illusions
Once, I had an empire,
but I was forced to set it on fire.
One day, I realized it was all a hoax,
crafted by fake crooks and plastic looks.
Something in the static
masked the dead and sick,
until a revelation
pushed me towards lamentation.
The clothes I put on are woven with threads of cries and yearn,
each thread has a story to be told,
hidden in layers of irony and manifold.
I had a dream where I could scream
with authority, under no hidden scheme,
where I'd be the one, my kingdom would come,
tossing coins to decide the lessons to learn.....
-Harsh Bernard Shaw
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Do you remember, those wide open skies?
when we were younger, with wide open eyes
the world was our view, from the Empire State
or walking that walk, on the Golden Gate
days when tomorrows, were never ending
long before sorrow, had started trending
maybe I will see, those clear skies again
but who can say where? and who can say when?
wild oceans begin, to keep us apart
but I'll keep faith in, a wide open heart.
They came with flags, with ships so grand,
To claim the soil, to seize the land.
With words of trade, they spoke of peace,
Yet bound us tight with chains' increase.
Our fields, our homes, they did consume,
A shadow cast, a nation's gloom.
The wealth they took, the souls they broke,
The silent cry no empire spoke.
Yet in our hearts, a flame did burn,
For freedom’s light, our steps would turn.
Through quiet strength, we broke the yoke,
No blade was drawn, no curse we spoke.
A spinning wheel, a song of grace,
Reclaimed the truth they sought to erase.
In love and truth, the fight was won,
The chains dissolved beneath the sun.
Colonization’s scars remain,
A bitter wound, a lasting pain.
But through the struggle, clear we see,
The soul endures, forever free.
She is a Queen; she doesn’t need a king to reign.
Your absence was meant to shatter her world,
But you forgot—she builds empires from the ruins.
You thought you were playing her like a game of chess,
But she saw every move; you were just a pawn.
You believed betrayal would go unnoticed,
That her silence meant weakness.
But silence is the calm before her storm—
A Queen destroys, not with rage, but with wisdom.
There’s a Queen inside every girl, waiting to awaken,
A lioness hidden beneath soft, unassuming fur.
She may appear fragile, but don’t be deceived;
Her strength runs deeper than your shallow perceptions.
Some discover their power in whispers,
Others, in the roar of battle scars.
Hurt her, and you’ll not break her;
You’ll ignite the fire she didn’t know she had.
One day, she will rise, unyielding and radiant,
Standing tall as the world bows at her feet.
Underestimate her, and you’ll face the weight of her wrath—
Not born of vengeance, but of self-respect and justice.
A Queen does not seek revenge; she reclaims her throne.
And when she does, no one forgets her name.
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My Empire of Ashes
Who am I without my dark throne?
I am the King of this crumbling castle, alone.
The ruler of this empire of ashes.
A child with an empty box of matches.
A King with a madness profound,
Everything that I have loved, I’ve burnt to the ground.
"Their cross will decay
Rome will be as a phoenix
Helios will reign supreme"
"The sun always sets
Accept the eagle’s old age
Find dominion in your mind"
When 1953 began
Iran’s oil annexation plan
Meant seizing our stuff
But the CIA’s tough
And installed the Shah as he-man
Since Iran’s parliament was dead
And Muslims brutally bled
The people rebelled
But what came next spelled
By an ayatollah they’d be led
When exiled the Shah became sick
The U.S. was his treatment pick
The prick of this deal
Our embassy did feel
Where the hostage taking was quick
This is the edge of America
This is the edge of America
The land of the free
Home of the brave
The Republic of Tyrannies
White hoods and black fist
Cities in flame
Agent Orange burns
Television drones on
Into the static electric night
This is an American
Edge of Reality
Edge of Dreams
Madness across this land
Sinister grins, white and bare
The moon is fat and glows brightly
In a lunatic land of blinded sight
Wide the hollows of reapers glare
Thy engines of flesh and bone
Rise towers of black smoke
Industrial flames flare
Crimson and jagged stone
Eyes fractured façades stare
This is a new mad American Empire
George faced the two ships of splendorous light
Entreated, and vowed to shatter the false gods
Openly soldiering on, through Christ’s name
Rome, heard this bright name and brought their wheel of swords
George even climbed up their ladder of knives
Enduring this, his crimson cross now shines high
Partly inspired by the "Incantation of St. George" from the medieval Chinese text "On the Xiapu Ritual Manual Mani the Buddha of Light"
This is the empire of man,
Arson ,
Is the tongue of modern day prophets
Salvation,
In the bone and marrow of the "other"
The faith-starved stand tall,
And their monuments taller
The pilgrimage of gods to someplace holy...
New empire
I always say
I have never seen an empire
That last forever
So tell the world
Is time for freedom
Something's that never change
Will start to change
When this times comes
Just remember the time is closer
The world is not happy any longer
An empire keeps struggling
To rise
While another keep struggling
To maintain power
But once again
I have never seen
An empire last forever
So may be this
Is why their is always
A new waves of change of power
In the world
Same like in Africa
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