On the day I was wending my way down south,
barely before crossing the border,
I was warned, when there, 'Don't drink the water,'
so as to keep body and soul in order.
But what about all those crops they grow,
are they hydrated, by any chance,
(and exported to the United States)
with bottled Evian from the Alps in France?
I saw them.
Not as leaders—
as mirrors.
Davos is not a summit.
It is a battlefield of egos.
Trump spoke alone.
A monologue.
Because power does not debate.
Europe listened.
Smiling.
Wounded.
The man who promised peace
now rehearses war.
Not because he changed—
but because the stage demanded it.
Do not hate him, allies.
Study him.
He is your teacher.
He revealed
that love is rented.
Fear is owned.
Machiavelli warned you.
Better to be feared than loved.
Trump only obeyed the text.
A ruler must appear virtuous,
yet abandon virtue
when the state trembles.
Mercy, faith, honesty—
luxuries
when power is at risk.
You built this logic.
You polished it.
You exported it.
“The end justifies the means”
did not begin with Trump.
It built your banks.
Your neutrality.
Your silence.
Do not point fingers.
You trained the hand.
You dug the pit.
He fell in—
and dragged you with him.
Trump is not the disease.
He is the symptom.
Your rolling stone
has rolled back.
And now
you recognize your reflection
too late.
To love your enemy
I should not say this, but there is no way to hide
I had a wonderful childhood when our country was
at war and occupied the mighty German army
walked in and out of an army barracks, riding on their
enormous horses, dark chocolate, drinking morning milk
until peace broke out, and it was back
to stark poverty that felt as if the daylight had been
switched off by an unseen hand
Headlong into communism, almost a humorous, but
That, too, had its sell-by date, and a cold war began
As seamen, we were in demand moving American
made gods around them had moved their industry
abroad and only exported wars
Once upon a time, I loved the USA, and I still have a pair
Of the jeans bought in New York, the jeans have shrunk
But I keep them as a memory of a glorious past
From the morning papers
We read the woman, a former actress
who stole a prince and was hated by the kingdom
is a duchess selling jam and pottery
Her husband, the prince, looks bewildered
We also notice the woman who was
prime minister, for a very short time found
crawling things on the carpet, given
its former occupant, this was not surprising
The woman with her short reign has
written a book, in the hope of being regarded
as something more than a misses Bean
laying her awkward talent bare in The USA
My view
is that homegrown failures
should not be exported or bought up like
water, to foreign investors
as rivers and lakes belong to the people
to swim and drown without
interference from speculatants who
muddy the water and turn it into sewers
Uunacceptable amounts of diethylene glycol and ethylene glycol are contaminants.The substances are toxic,and their effects"can include abdominal pain,vomiting,diarrhoea,inability to pass urine,headache,altered mental state and acute kidney injury which may lead to death.The WHO said that India's Central Drugs Standard Control Organisation indicated that the manufacturer may have only supplied the contaminated medications to The Gambia But the WHO said that"global exposure"was possible as the"manufacturer may have used the same contaminated material in other products and distributed them locally or exported" them..
Note.Underprivileged boys died who lived in slums..
They perhaps exported it so much,
Little’s left for them to vow or vouch—
A tragic bit of truth
For a country past youth,
Count on them still to kiss back old touch.
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Tongue-in-cheek |13.01.2021|
Topic: humour, happenings
Poet’s note: USA, the self-appointed global exporters of democracy was on the verge of civil war. It has been always too ready to pontificate the world and to export democratic sermons. It is time they learn, charity begins at home.
A voyage to Greenland
Greenland is the largest island in the world, but it is not a continent
I looked up Nuuk the capital up on the YouTube; it is now a modern town
with supermarkets and even cafes.
I was there fifty years ago. Back then it was a rather primitive place
with a million barking dogs and drunk people on the dirt roads,
they used to hang dogs slowly so the hairs stood out and it was
exported as pelt one hopes this practice has been outlawed.
I remember the coastline it was bottle green and for once, still,
we went fishing in a clear stream so transparent and shallow
but when we waded over to the other side, it was so deep we could have drowned.
It was the coldest bath of my life.
Greenland was beautiful, but it was then not a place to remember with fondness,
except for the trout we caught.
In life in order to have a measure of success
You need to comprehend that it is a process
Its not like a cup of instant coffee and you need to understand
For that coffee to get in that jar it was a major plan
From the seed that was planted, watered and cultivated
To the bean that was picked and then activated
Down to the factory it was then graded and sorted
Packaged and labelled and then exported
Delivered to the store
Then to your front door
There was nothing instant about how that coffee
Got in that jar
It was a process and it had traveled very far
So in order for you to have a measure of success
It won't always be an instant thing but a lengthy process
Thanks Mr. Harvey for the message
No difference in hunger or fear
Calling from under the evils so near
After losing all that's clear
The empty feeling of being here
The reality exported from my eyes
I'm the sea of illusions and lies
My mind's in paradise
While my heart cries
Decisions are ready made
The Indus blown and the grass is seated
Cutting deeper than any blade
Red Faced
Barrel Bombs
From Soviet Tombs
The Reds smell blood
Watching it glow
Old friends hold hands
While the Soviet glories implode
The murder from above
In the name of inflation
Crimes in Crimea
Exported
To Syria
Putin
Red Faced
As a disappointment, disappointed
That nobody else is this anointed,
This appointed, to levels of greatness;
Disappointed that rewards are weightless.
Rate this, after duplicated efforts!
Stalemates get dismissed without an escort,
Exported with all the disregarded.
How could a critic sound this retarded?
Critics lack what it takes to understand;
Overrated rats throwing underhand.
Demand their attention and their respect!
Allow them all to bathe in the regret
That they earned, by giving their opinion,
While doubting your creative dominion.
If you want a gin with quality that is real,
choose the little green bottle with the red wax seal.
You can make a mean martini when you have it in hand.
This ninety-four proof spirit is in worldwide demand.
It very well may be the planet’s best-selling brand.
The stuff mixes well with just about any juice.
Mixing it with tonic water is another popular use.
It is exported from England to almost anywhere in the world.
People enjoy it no matter which flag is unfurled.
If you go out for a drink on any night or day,
remember to ask for the gin known as Tanqueray.
I am black and only cover your head
I am dead
yet you strife
to keep me alive
You bathe me with expensive soaps
scent me with fragrant perfumes and sprays
feed me with nutrients exported over seas and air
you give me such priceless value
yet I am dead not alive.
You dress me with cloths decorated with
beads, colors and different patterns
you plait me in marvelous styles
soften me with chemicals of foreign smell
you seem not to know that I am dead not alive
You change my color, heat me with excess blaze
under a scotching umbrella-like heater
to steam me and change my structure
you seem to forget that I am dead not alive
I am black and only cover your head
I am dead
yet you strife
to keep me alive
I am just like nails which you cut when they are long
why don't you do me the same.
In an Anatomy Of Colors
An anxious world welcomed
the front pages Saturday news
the magic color print of
domestic critics in the democratic elected
world.
Liberty isn't easily exported
crafted, unwrap
to be treasured always;
is a different tune
served by a delicate balance of power
-a challenge -
can set the stage for a tragic explosion
revival of desperate refugees.
In the world's proud
ignoring poverty, suffering, oppression
can question a strategy to rebuild in a bloody crisis another country
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