Flakes of ashes brushed off,
From a face that aches of dust caught,
The departed days go unnoticed from the keyhole it peeks,
The "authority" goes by to sleep, if only it could speak,
Petrified by them, they say,
The ones who doze off through these, hurled with dismay,
Pillars in construction dropped off for hostile strikes to take place,
Harsh bombs, an arm extended in support from the gaze,
But to whom? the offenders who blitzes raids with no sign of ceasing,
To quickly exterminate the problem known as "citizens",
Citizens, the people flourishing in the land, with jobs, future and family,
They have hopes and dreams too, a bright tomorrow that they could relish,
All they wished for was to stay, not to partake in this misery play,
The lost and afraid, the scene unwraps to a brutal display,
I hope the gaze moves onto the ones in fray,
Despicable us, all we can do is pray.
To think.
To see, to understand.
To speak, to say what you think!
Be careful.
Be mindful of the thoughts.
Be mindful of the words.
Be careful with the voice.
It’s real to think.
It’s real to understand.
It’s real to speak.
It’s real but…
The system will stay the system.
The rich will stay the rich.
The poor will stay the poor.
Expendable. Expected.
Excommunicated.
Extreme. Excoriate.
Exemplify. Expose.
Extinguish. Expel.
Exclude. Exterminate…
A language rich in words for silencing, yet poor in words for loving.
Favorites cause envy
rumors, lies and hate spread.
Nothing said or done can change minds
blind fury, savage rage brews and overflows
So vicious are the attacks that those themselves
will deny who they are and try to blend in.
Death is the only solution
to eliminate and exterminate
Breed and born to hate those Chosen.
You will die to kill them
sacrifice your children for your cause
Never peace, never acceptance, never surrender
To destroy them is to achieve Paradise
while you exist in the chains of Hell
It's emotional not rational
You think you hate them
but deep inside you understand
you only hate yourself.
Today ruined by yesterday
tomorrows never come.
Live in shadows
fear the Sun
Hate seeps into evil
Never shame
never guilt
never peace...
only death.
When the Chosen Ones are all gone
will there be anything left of you?
Nature Fascists
Those who believe in the sanctity of nature, the survival of
the fittest, and so on, tend to be on the political spectrum
right-wing living off inherited money and believing
it is right for an eagle to kill a rabbit
and they are
right, and of people on horseback pursuing a fox until it
can do no more running and is killed by man`s best friend,
the dog that lacks empathy unless it is a learned behavior
It is a right to tame
nature, but not eradicate it because we
do we well not to harm our future, but farming is needed
despite what they learned, think cattle have to graze to give
milk and meat. The mule has gone, and the tractor has taken
its place, but without sheep and cows grazing in peace and
not knowing its purpose, the countryside would be a place of
fear and wildflowers enjoyed by botanists and goats.
It is the fascist agenda that is scaring the right to
exterminate
what nature lovers think is not worthy of their ideal.
Everyone believes the news
Until it's all disproved
In some dramatic fashion
When the headlines cash in
Everyone tells their family
Their family tells their friends
It doesn't matter what direction
The story comes to in the end
Forge a brand new enemy
Force hatred upon me
Exterminate the likes
We won't have better lives
"Truth" born out of rumors
Rumors borne with fantasy
Taken by the big names
Taken in by you and me
Fact killed by belief
Kills somebody's dream
Why do we let this happen?
Lying here on a mattress
Writing, "Everyone believes the news..."
Jessy James the scourge
Of the west
Not many out laws
would pass this test
A name like Dillon and Billy the Kid
Became legends for what they did
Nero an emperor the scourge of Rome
Though cries of history
The fire his own
He then built a palace
and Coliseum well known
The place of malice
And a martyrdom throne
Adolf Hittler was a scourge
A scourge of the Jews
No biblical knowledge
By usurpers he was used
An exterminate no less
But I digress
A tool of the Sovereigns
mysterious test
Another scourge
for the methods he used
Joseph Stallin was verily accused
Another of the signs
Where God would use
To stiffen and to chase
a remnant of the Jews race
The Bible a scourge and nothing less
It’s Revelation of the world
Despised as progress
The end of time and Gods success
We must confess
The end of this mess
Proceed to glory
While other digress
Putting faith they claim to the test
Saving soul of the faithful
Leaving others bereft.
Dear friend, do not imitate what is evil
but what is good. Anyone who does
what is good is from God.
Anyone does what is evil
has not seen God.
3 John 1:11
Most religions claim to be peaceful
While there is no peace on earth today.
Why? Because some religious folks hide devil
in their hearts and continue doing evil mostly.
Look at the religious conflicts in Nigeria,
Israel, Palestine, Pakistan , India
and other few countries where some humans
always kill each other because of different religions.
If God is One amongst us on earth
Did He appoint some individuals to always
exterminate others for His personal revenues?
No and no! This world needs peace - just peace , Yeah!.
July 23/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
What happiness is there in living?
What sadness is there in dying?
Happiness and sadness are ashes in the wind.
Death came along with birth; neither were growing young.
The hope of living, is the fear of leaving.
Man's iniquity courts his own end.
His life was lamentable, his death painful.
Only with brightness can good exterminate evil.
Joy and sorrow eventually become dust.
Heavens envy the righteous.
Plucking them before they fully ripen
taking them away from the lurking birds
So they feast not on them, lest they rotten
What's there on the otherside?
Who has been to the otherside?
What happens over there?
He who knows not, speaks not.
only tales for children's nightmares
Heaven's sin goes unpunished.
While it unleashes its wrath
Pitying not the people of this world.
Whose hardship knows no bounds
Who will punish the Heavens?........
Taliban fighter
Mind in a whirl
For love of his god
Shoots teenage girl
Places his bullet
Coldly in her head
Taliban fighter
Leaves her for dead
Medieval mind
Full of bigotry and hate
With twisted views
Centuries out of date
Taliban fighter
Don't you think it odd
Although you claim
You did it for your god
This little girl
Is still alive
Very good chance
She will survive
Taliban fighter maybe
In your god's eyes
You're a low creature
Loathed and despised
Taliban fighter
You bring much shame
By your acts supposedly
In your god's very name.
Taliban fighter
I think it too late
For any chance
To re educate.
Taliban fighter it would
Be better if you were dead
From well aimed bullet
Placed deep in your head.
When a dog is mad
You don't hesitate
But quickly and mercifully
Exterminate
The Marvel comic book unique character,
Mark Spector, an American mercenary,
called the Moon Knight, becomes the avatar
for the Egyptian moon god, Khonshu.
He assumes the identities of Grant and Jack,
arising out of his mental reflection.
Grant, the mild-mannered British gift-shop employee,
becomes Mr. Knight, and confronts Harrow,
the servant of the Egyptian goddess Ammity,
who summons a jackal to exterminate Grant,
but he transforms into a cloaked warrior and kills it.
Jack, the third most ruthless alter,
eventually kills both Harrow and Ammit.
The story revolves around the fatal mystery,
mystically linking the Egyptian gods
with Moon Knight’s multiple alters,
perceived through dissociative identity disorder.
________________
October 5, 2022
Contest : Moon Knight
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
They must be having a good laugh
Those who left me on the road
Forsaken to the wolves
I didn't see that they were the pack
I didn't see
They must be having a good laugh
Those who decided to exterminate me
One fine morning in June
I didn't see that they wanted to eliminate me
I didn't see
They must be having a good laugh
Those who gave me this poisoned gift
By rejection
By violence
By lies
By degradation
By hatred
By betrayal
I did not see that they wanted to break me
I did not see
Happy birthday Sweet beloved killed
SOMEWHERE IN THE THICK DARK FOREST
Somewhere in the thick dark forest,
There, you'd find captives
held against their will.
Hands bound, legs chained,
They lay on the hard ground, half unclad.
Dehydrated from thirst and hunger.
Separated from their families,
As many nights and day come and go,
Thought of their imminent freedom very bleak.
The blood thirsty abductors,
Show no mercy nor compassion
As they raise their long hard twisted whips,
And dig into the wounded skin of their slaves,
With each strike, they curse and yell,
Ready to exterminate.
Men,women and children weep uncontrollably,
They have been dealt heavy blows.
Some have fallen, some have been scarred.
Somewhere in the thick dark forest,
Captives still languish
in the camp of their abductors.
LIVE FOR THE CHEERS, DIE BY THE BOOS
"If you live for the cheers
you'll die by the boos"
Ephemeral joyful pool of tears
exterminate joy and invite foes.
Deceitful applause and wrong peers
are both companions of fools.
Don't live for the world's cares.
Apply your mental tools,
the cheers are thorns over the years;
So, rather be alone than in twos.
"If you live for the cheers
you'll die by the boos";
Same cheerers, being your propellers
will slate you on totem poles.
Refuse to live by the cheers
and focus with the eye of bulls.
VickManuelPoetry {VMP}
Copyright©26thJuly2022.
Living is an opened wound,
paths collide,
beating beings
exterminate themselves
immolate...
Once in a while love...!
My mind is no longer stuck in one process.
I Stopped retaining all the negative.
I am learning how to exterminate it .
I will forgive those who know no better.
I need a distraction.
I need to re-think.
Re-train thoughts that I have been learned.
Like a recording echoing in my minds ear.
I have no time for idle chatter of misgivings.
No more energy wasted on negativity.
No more slumbering thoughts of a destiny to be lived unloved.
For I know I am worthy of greatness.
For I know I am worthy of happiness.
I am worthy of all things that create harmony and joy.
I will take that invisible key, unlock my minds door that shelters.
My greatness will be revealed, my true power ready to be witnessed.
It is now time to throw away the darkening madness of self defamation.
To begin the affirmation of self love.
To bath in its warming light.
Exhale out all the demons who have kept me trapped.
Inhale the sweet smell of the wisps of Angels.
Following their foot prints.
Helping to lead me to my true higher self.
Seeing the beauty, singing with glory.
Spreading my wings.
Learning once again how it feels to fly.
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