Why the society doesn’t speak about
The persecuted children of Hindus in Pakistan
The persecuted children of Hindus in Bangladesh
The persecuted children of Sikhs in Afganistan
The persecuted children of Christians in Islamic state
The persecuted children of Yazidis in Iraq
The persecuted children of Persians in Iran
The persecuted children of Druze in Syria
The world doesn’t revolve around Gaza
Laced with fake news and misinformation
Jihadis play the victim-card with children on the pedestal of falsification
So, wake up world
And don’t get twirled
In the propaganda of false whirlwind
When a person swallows
poisoned drink or food
and fails to take out that poison.
He" she" will start to protect his
" her" wrong deeds.
It will be easy for him
" her" to blame :
1. Victims
than ill-treators,
2. Good people
than bad people
3.Just folks
than unjust guys
4. Peaceful people
than ( murders) killers.
Remember that :
Poison is not passion
Possession is not permission
Reason is not season
Compareason is not reason,
Confession is not falsification
Action is not revelation.
Denying the truth is deceitful
Evil and goodness cannot co-exist
Counterfeit is a substitute for the real
Erroneous information can be misinformation
Ignorance is neither blessed nor blissful
'Truth is not absolution' is becoming the new normal
Fake and falsification will destroy a society
Undermining reality is self defeating
Leveling the playing field
Need not promote ignorance
Education is its own reward
Salvation by many different ways is deceitful
Secularism is the choice of this new and present age
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You saw the blackness fall from the sky
You’re winded after climbing a flight of steps
The anxiety in your body rising
As you blink at pair of dark wings
They come during the days of tears and sadness
Bringing faith inside of you
Once our falsification lies beneath
Then we are their shadows
They bring us above the agony
In this hole of pain and suffering
Your beliefs become enemies
As your spirit walk away
The beautiful black angels
We rest under their shining black feathers
And drink the hopeless of their shadows
But help given always need returning
They open up their anger
You cry, you yell as you slip into darkness
Like a pair of wings hiding you
From the pureness in the air
My beautiful black angels
Look at me with your darkened dim eyes
Listen to my heart beat fading
As I sleep my way to heaven…
Sea serpents are very articulate in a vehicle. They can wind great needles displaying exemplorary skill and agility. Yet a wise whipping weed can weave a wave from thin air. Displays of a iridescent knowledge. In true form. And exact. Yet a painted bud can never be said to be natural. Simple falsification of the tins. To disguise truth and spray a rain of falsity's across a sky, a sea, an island. Mainly a motion. Caressed with walking wailing walls. In cities worldwide. How corrosive. How correctable. Haven is as happy as a newly born bean. Ink. Innermost. In. Inns. Interesting. But buttons are unwelcoming. Pallor place pigs. X
For the chance to learn in plain English
Be afforded equal opportunity to accomplish
For a father to dream better for his son, how I wish
For a people to destroy another’s culture,
how selfish
When the world summarily defeated Nazi Germany
Blinded by a new world order to the suffering of so many
Post WWII, evil scientists still propagated falsification
Manipulated evolution to justify oppression?
Raised on air filled with teargas and gunshots
The land soaking with exploited labour’s sweat;
The tears of exasperation and the blood of molestation
We never lost our belief in Mandela’s religion
Generational poverty tightening its vicious circle
The enemy breeding an army of youth trained to kill
16 million sticks of dynamite liberated a nation
Literally paving the way for the ’94 Elections
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Born in the ‘80s, I was spared the torment of the birth of democratic South Africa.
But so many suffered unspeakable evils to make our freedom possible, on (Youth Day) 16 June, 1976.
Do you ever think about why you came to college?
to meet some new people? maybe gain some knowledge?
or out of obligation and potentially some homage?
Look, I'm not trying to bash everything about school
It's just not what it could be, it's more of a societal stepping stool,
paying for school to get a job to pay for school, seems cruel
you see, so many of my classes are just memorization and regurgitation
when they should be focused primarily on edification,
everyone's scared to talk in class, products of elementary indoctrination,
example, columbus discovered the americas? that's just falsification,
diluting people's inherent abilities and creativity,
in exchange for robots in suits, cubicles, aka captivity,
in today's world we've mistaken busy for productivity,
think back to when you were a kid, get in touch with your propensities,
you can be anything you want to, theres the secret to happiness and longevity!
I APPEAL ME'LORD
Litigations against me
Carnal sins counted thrice
Insanity, sterility, concubines-
Concocted, hence
Baseless.
I can sing,
ëEvery night in my dream
I see you, I feel you
Thatís how, I know you
My heart will go on, far across the distance
And spaces between usí,
Celine on cape, dolefully.
I pray on my knees
My daughter, my blood
Honest to wedlock.
I read with reverence,
ëAsathoma Satgamaya
Thamasoma Jyothirgamaya
Mrithyoma Amrithamgamayaí.
My Pranam to Sun,
ëLet your rays be my guideí.
Plaintiff and accusations-
Why, why, I falter
Falsification of life
Pushing me, a muscle storm
Perched on unreachable heights.
I appeal Me'Lord
No bats with wickedness
No crooked defamations
No fake witnesses
Creep to your desk.
Let her place before You
Cool !!! CoolÖÖÖ
Her wish to move to poles different
Separation
Lift the pendency.
My flesh trembles,
Iím afraid of judgements.
I bow my head
Put my thumb.
Shower justice to see my daughter
Once in a year,
X-mas eves
When reindeers draw sledge
When Santa calls
My child and me
At our door-
I succumb
I yield
I fix my thumb
On my fate
I yield ÖÖ
YOU COULD AT LEAST HAVE BEEN A B*TCH
there are some b*tches who don't get what love is all about
it certainly ain't about uncertainty and/or doubt
they believe love is not what they can give but what they can take
and live life only for the falsification of romance's sake
some b*tches just don't realize the fact that love should be pure
but you never understood that, i know that for sure
you wanted a man who could pleasure you in a perfect way
and if you purchased me a gift it didn't matter how much you'd pay
some b*tches just don't understand that love can make you laugh or to cry
and sometimes, as in the case of Van Gogh, it simply urges you to die
these are women who live for their wants and needs alone
but when it comes to love they are stoic as stone
some b*tches don't see the light that love should be bright
but they treat men in a manner that just ain't right
they trap men with false promises and disingenuous kisses too
surely you know because they are b*tches exactly like you
(c) 2011 ~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
Construde for human Interpitaion
Bound by facts and falsification
Eccentricities of my perception
Attempting to twist and cloud the socially excepted guidelines
Stoping the ignorance instilled through stereotypes that bind free minds
Looking past knowledge that someonelse has given
Seeking knowledge thats spiritualy filling
Cease mentally killing the willing by propaganda in open ears
Stupidity building through your words reinforcing fear
Verbally raping people with misconstrude information
Running things as if it were a plantation
No education instead we fight your fictitious wars
While on our soil people are starving and work to stay poor
Eight years of deception never once an explanation
Democracy is dead and the Bill Of Rights on vacation
Narcissistic bloodshed over oil, so many tears have been wept
No truth in your words promises never kept
Look dont just listen...
Soon well be a third world country knocking on mexico's door
Attempting to jump over walls of ignorance that before we chose to ignore....
By Nichole Wilson
Denial, such a wonderful world
when you live there,
you convince yourself
you are where you want to be.
You tell yourself you are happy.
That this is what you want.
You believe you have
successfully completed the
falsification that is your life.
You then realize that
your whole life is a falsehood.
Finally, you admit to yourself
that what is in your heart
is real and can't be denied.
Eventually, you learn acceptance
and embrace the quiet one residing within.
You breath life into that tiny being
and allow it to come to full life.
Knowing that it is your real essence
and deserves to be free.
Twisteds rumors, ridiculous words....
all this downtalk, occasionally hurts....
a conversation exaggerated by the power to expand...
once you hit the swamp, your feet start dissapearing in the sand...
honest falsification...
misunderstood conversation...
If everyone listened to what they heard about the
youth....
you would never get to know someone, b/cause they could never reveal their
truth...
I've lost so many people that i thought i'd never see go...
It ached a little, but but its just entertainment in my show...
stick to yourself, you accomplish so much more on your own....
then in the future, scope out souls tampered by rumors, betcha they're alone...
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