For egregious war crimes against fellow Australians, on fifty seven counts' injecting bio-hazardous substances, false
Imprisionment, false information terrorisomg a whole
population, creating un-law.' Denying
Recourse to medical records to ascertain
Causes of death, and how funds were
Allocated, just a few events and actions
Here, all the best to Steven Spiers as
He gets his case together, which i feel
Hardly needed, as recent history corroborates all claims that will be brought.)
The Winds Of Conflict
The winds of Conflict blow until the raging floods come
then stop suddenly to occasionally creep up with more mischief
and trouble only to be quieted by the air of calm
The waters of peace cover the roads and yards of villages
requiring everyone to either stay home or travel in boats of
remorse and rafts of guilt
But the Divine Father sends peace and comfort to all
evaporating the waters and cooling the heat of hate as
it lingers then blowing it away
Sometimes the clouds of misfortune and false information
circle around then continue coming to only be occasionally
accepted like chocolate berries but other times rejected like
a raw steak
All the things that people say, and write,
it’s all information, both, wrong and right.
Bill boards, commercials, they are all the same,
to pass on information, to stay in the game.
Those spoken words, the order of their deeds,
information all day long, supply and demand, the filling of our needs.
False information, leads to a catastrophe,
as it, destroys both you and me.
Be careful what you trust in, informations, are not the same,
for when we partake, who then, is left to blame.
For we build our lives, on informations you see,
just as information builds, both you and me.
We are the information, in which we receive,
so be careful of the information, in which you believe.
I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..'
In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered
By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky
Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of much?
Mainly fear and death and as such.' they whipped into a frenzy
Did not comport sensibly, rather ran stories on a spitting
Causing a killing ' that claim though un-proven' fed through
The people like leven; most poision-ed.' So fellow humans
Suffered, against them curses were uttered.' Then violence
Unseemly unleashed.' Such a shame there was seen.'
I ask why such was the theme.? I hope much better is
Engendered, And should these media outlets be held?
Sequesterd.? There should be a redress.! I'm proposing
To combat false information, that should not be the least.'
Instead on truth may we feast.)
For He ministers, and will here govern precious?
(Yeshua) most welcome' He alone is the best!!
To think clearly
What we see in our daily life is like a hastily iPhone photo
Lacking depths and smiles not reaching the eyes
Accept what is written in newspapers and for our political
Based and false information written by those who are
Interest is to convey to us their opinion, which consists
Of their prejudices based on the politics of their leaders.
Independent thinking is a struggle it is so easy to accept
The official thoughts of today, but also to clear one own
Biases like and dislikes.
What I fear can be more difficult is to clear the mind of as
We wash the mind of excess childhood beliefs and since
This endeavour is an impossible task, we must know all
Pinons are tainted; we are influenced by what we read
And of the environment that marked us.
Broken ties forge the rainbow of this delicate life
The cries of an individual understands
The error of common lies!
Goodbyes are free as you see
The deception in the eyes of an individual!
Relationships and Friendships are torn apart
Because of false information!
Surprisingly, life knows how to heal itself
However, although I try to run from it and hide from it
Destiny will still catch up with me!
As I walk under a dying star
Filled with the scars of love!
I see the accuracy of truth
Filled with the resilience of life
Because Ties will be destroyed by lies!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Your word is taken into consideration, while left and lead with false information,
pulling, under pressure fighting for admission, forced under supervision.
Tactics were found, ammunition is released figures don’t meet.
All in my own words no copyright”
Believe in your poems and drafts, your the art ??
What does one say,
To those who save the day,
Every day,
Even when the weather is far from OK.
What can one say,
To those who help keep Covid at bay,
Instead of at home to stay,
So we can live to see tomorrow become today,
And the children come back out to play.
What else is there for one to say,
Except to promise to make their day,
As in line we stay,
With not a bad word to say,
To those who help keep Covid at bay.
My second jab is now done and dusted,
With no side effects detected,
Because in them I trusted,
Not those who false information ingested,
Now by Covid bested.
My dark skin, my thick lips, what are they so afraid of?
My broad nose and nappy hair, things they teach to be ashamed of.
My strength as a man, so they hunt to cage and deny freedom.
My hands creations, hidden, to create a history of no inventions.
My knowledge, they give false information, to void wisdom.
My leadership, weakened by the division of my women, my children.
My image, tarnished by orchestrated media depictions.
My culture, my origin, stolen from my future through past invasions.
My life, always a threat, orders to eliminate without reasons.
My people, who else could endure so many evils?
My God, my greatness, my blackness, is why their so fearful.
SO MANY HURTFUL TIMES
FORGIVEN
SO MANY NAME CALLINGS
FORGIVEN
SO MANY PEOPLE THAT HATES ME
FORGIVEN
SO MANY LIES THAT WERE TOLD
FORGIVEN
SO MANY FALSE INFORMATION SPREADED
FORGIVEN
SO MANY UNTRUTH FRIENDS THAT CAME AND WENT
FORGIVEN
SO MANY PEOPLE THAT DID NOT KNOW ME
FORGIVEN
SO MANY THAT WERE AGAINST ME
FORGIVEN
SO MANY PEOPLE THAT DID NOT GET A CHANCE TO REALLY KNOW ME
FORGIVEN
SO MANY PEOPLE TALKING NEGATIVITY ABOUT ME
FORGIVEN
SO MANY CRIES AND LIES
FORGIVEN
TRIED TO HURT ME AND TARE ME DOWN
I AM STILL AROUND
STANDING IN FAITH, AS GOD GIVES ME GRACE
MORE WISDOM AND WISER
I RAN THE RACE
FORGIVEN FORGIVEN
I AM STILL LIVING.
In 1492 a beast named Columbus sailed the seas,
Arrived in America to spread Christianity and deadly disease.
Skilled sailor and a monstrous crusader,
Talented navigator but a heartless invader.
When he sailed the ocean blue with his crew he didn’t have a clue,
Claimed earth was pear shaped, yes that fact is true.
What about his bloody reign of terror, a legacy so unspeakably cruel,
They need to teach that to all the children in school.
History heavily edited, kids fed false information,
The truth is that gold was Chris’s motivation.
Learn real history about how slaves were taken back to Spain,
Hispanics are not Spanish, do I really need to explain?
His crimes are chilling, how can anybody admire this villain?
And celebrating Columbus Day mystifies me, it just glorifies killing.
Honouring the father of the transatlantic slave trade and his barbaric crusade,
Costing the tax payers millions of dollars each year for a silly parade.
The first American terrorist, a criminal racist, what more can I say?
Stop glorifying this monster, abolish Columbus Day.
The Domestic War
Everybody is dishonest your family too
They scheme and manoeuvre getting an advantage
My house has become a realm where
The aristocracy vies for power giving the wrong counsel
Trying to replace the old king
Now the chief counsellor his right-hand lady has openly
Betrayed him with false information
The ruler could have her expelled or ban her from his high table
He is weak, and the people sense it.
Giggling hyenas ready to attack the living corps
The monarch gets out of the bed call a doctor from afar
The regent becomes a vegan, his strength returns
He banishes the traitors and gets a new consigliere.
Psychic Line
Some people have left God
And reaching for the Psychic line
Only two ninety nine a minute
And false information you are buying.
Will I get married and be happy as can be?
Why call the Psychic line, Jesus gives
The information free.
You refuse to fast and pray
It takes up too much time
So you pick up the telephone
And call the psychic line
I lost my wife, is my husband coming back?
I need to call the psychic line to get
The basic facts.
What you do not understand is
What you fail to see
The answer lives in Jesus who
Died on Calvary
Never be quick to believe, what’s on TV
And never forget the man
That died to set you free
The answer is not in the psychic line
So erase it from your head.
The answer lives in a man that
God raised from the dead
If you believe I speak the truth, then
Get your business straight
And divorce the psychic line before
It’s too late.
cruciFRIED
what would He have done in the face of such a situation?
what if one who betrayed Him gave him false information?
what if a crown had never been placed upon His head?
all i know is He would never have wished anyone dead
what would He have done if He was slapped in the face,
He would turn the other cheek before a loving embrace?
what would He have done had they stolen his gold?
He probably would have prayed that they profited from that which they sold
What if He hadn't listened to his Father's worthy word?
and what if He hadn't had a family to follow what they had heard?
perhaps He could have been a good shepherd leading his flock alone
and would have warned us all about throwing the first stone
what if He didn't enjoy living in a house made of glass
and everyone saw everything this man would make come to pass
what if He was able to do to everyone what He did when Lazarus died?
perhaps His only alternative was to do His Father's will and be cruelly crucified
(c) copy write 2012......PHREEPOETREE....~free cee!~
cruciFRIED
what would He have done in the face of such a situation?
what if one who betrayed Him gave him false information?
what if a crown had never been placed upon His head?
all i know is He would never have wished anyone dead
what would He have done if He was slapped in the face,
He would turn the other cheek before a loving embrace?
what would He have done had they stolen his gold?
He probably would have prayed that they profited from that which they sold
What if He hadn't listened to his Father's worthy word?
and what if He hadn't had a family to follow what they had heard?
perhaps He could have been a good shepherd leading his flock alone
and would have warned us all about throwing the first stone
what if He didn't enjoy living in a house made of glass
and everyone saw everything this man would make come to pass
what if He was able to do to everyone what He did when Lazarus died?
perhaps His only alternative was to do His Father's will and be cruelly crucified
(c) copy write 2012......PHREEPOETREE....~free cee!~
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