Estimates of deaths attributed to regimes following Marxist-Leninist ideology in the 20th century vary widely, often cited in the range of 60 million to over 100 million people. These deaths occurred through executions, man-made famines, forced labor (Gulags), and deportations.
We do the same thing
over and over again
and expect a different result.
~attributed to Albert Einstein
“MARXIST REVOLUTION NOW”
is the most ignorant solution
I have heard in this 21st century
woe-is-me trajectory.
Sand castles are washed away
easily by time and tide,
less easily lies the blood
shed by revolutionaries.
Righteous is the cause in one’s own ideology,
and for this we make no apology.
The chessboard stretches, black and white,
Too many pawns crowd every fight.
Resources dwindle, tempers flare,
Too many hands grasp thinning air.
The planners meet in silent halls,
Their charts and graphs like ancient walls.
They speak in terms both cold and clean—
"Efficient means," not "cruel" or "mean."
A gentle nudge, a softened blow,
Less birth, less war, more death below.
No famines loud, no bombs to shake—
Just medicine we do not make.
Subtle are the tools of fate,
Disguised in law, in boardroom weight.
The world, they say, must be more small—
But never start with us at all.
Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard.
A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception,
Oxidized gut-string lyre feeble mast crippled rod.
Shall you be parallel on the naked stem on the shrunken pagan altar?
Penguin whale jackal follicle carriage orgies
I have the cavernous trunk of thirst,
Permanently altered, famines, droughts.
Loosen your sticky grasp upon an evening so slutty bean Venus squaw chubby stone figurines
languid horny speed gutter bunnies.
let down cord straps drop fiddles kneel whip cable ties.
Snickering geriatric hags cupcake outskirts of one
Platypus settlement
When God made man, He made him good
In His image, the first pair stood.
Their existence centered in Him
from their hearts sprung a holy hymn.
The place God made for them to stay
spelled perfection in every way.
God’s plan was that, their life on earth
would be filled with heavenly mirth.
An alien foe of God and man
presented man another plan
and as seducers often do
man’s heart from God he slowly drew.
The alien’s goal? Destroy and kill
and every soul with evil fill,
to separate man from his God,
and perceive Him as fraud or flawed.
The state of human life today
exists because Satan holds sway.
Sickness, storms, famines, wars, and strife
are his tools to destroy human life.
E’en though the foe detoured His plan
God has not changed His will for man.
He’ll vanquish Satan, sin, and hate,
then a new earth, God will create.
As man was then, he’ll be again,
when over him, God’s will would reign.
Choose God today, let Him hold sway
Bow before Him and daily pray.
And when at last, Eden’s restored
God will to you, a place afford,
then with the saints of every race
you’ll sing of God’s amazing grace.
Chaos of wars and deaths would become the rule of the day.
Floods and droughts would surround around every possible way.
With earthquakes, famines, and pestilence, nature will be filled
Creatures, for no vices of theirs, would be brutally killed.
Kingdoms and nations would rise against each other, you said.
Hatred and malevolence, like epidemics, would spread.
In your name false prophets would mislead everyone, you warned
For walking on the paths of virtues, the poor will be scorned
To upset the order of oppression, you would appear
Fires from your eyes would burn to ashes the satanic sphere.
The heavens will open, and you will descend like a king.
To the arrogant, your judgement would be a threatening
Maranatha, I heard each being calling, Come, O Christ!
Each nook of the sin-laden earth filled with celestial light
Balance is difficult for me --
generally leaning one way
or the other
if not oscillate
more apt to choose that
additional cold beer,
wanting to capture sunset
squeeze several more blazing
rays onto a fiery horizon – a
tropical beach, some Paradise Lost
deep in memory….
One more dab to an already
overflowing canvas – one more
transitional metaphor, lyrical vehicle
of flickering, manic dimension
rocking the spirit
like a saturating kiss
into drenching ecstasy --
5 billion years of earth genes
and yet feeling the out of place
child, expecting to sit antsy free
in a classroom
Who can blame Mirror-nature for her
extreme reactions!?~ quakes, plagues
and famines – arguments into world
obliterating...man’s soulful inclination
to be inclement,
downright hostile
and recklessly volatile
in the face of God --
Frequent famines, furrowed foreheads, faint
Father's font fructified, free flowing
fare for fragile famished families
finally fullness, faith
freedom from fervent fraught
Seek Peace And Pray
Miracle Man
10/9/2023
Man can’t get along because of our divergence,
and owing to this we live in constant dispute.
We play the race card and wait for resurgence,
we perpetuate false narratives and often confute.
At each sunrise, seems somewhere, there’s killing,
or taking property that with another does rest.
With thought and malice, blood we’re spilling,
and to get what we want we strike and protest.
We look around and see prophecy being fulfilled,
and know from this that man’s days grow short.
We shed tears and pray for those yet self willed,
for all will face a judgment, held in God’s court.
Matthew 24:6-8
6 and ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
7 For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. 8 All these are the beginning of sorrows.
Each delicious breath,
Every cooling drink.
I salute your passing.
Temperatures we enjoyed,
your breezes stroked my skin,
sunlight played softly,
green fields waved salutations.
I recognize your demise.
Unfiltered sunlight on my face,
the electric drone of insects,
the melodious aviary song,
the dance of sea lions,
the taste of spring water,
Gone in a generation.
The doe greeted me on my trek
to glacier-capped peaks.
Rivers ran cerulean
reflecting a perfect sky.
I feel the loss.
Gentle rain-soaked pastures
with bouncing young sheep,
gleeful in life’s celebration.
Nature's bounty fed me.
I long for your joy.
We all do.
You splashed riches around us.
We met you with greed.
Overconsumed and ignored,
we changed you,
we hurt you.
We miss you.
An angry you remained,
not joyful, giving, or golden.
still you, but thirsty, lonely, dark.
Alone in your existence,
your children died around you.
You witnessed the deaths,
the floods, the fires,
the famines, the heat.
You mourned with us.
But we broke you, we killed you.
Your evil twin remains,
to punish us until a balance returns,
that might save a dying planet.
Every day a darker world we see.
Her skies are gray, and Her pain released.
Many warning signs are shared by her.
Earthquakes, Hurricanes, and floods
on Earth.
Her droughts are brought causing famine.
Are warnings for us to examine.
Her felt emotions and inner pain.
Are then brought forth through tears of rain.
How many more warnings must she
send?
The World to realize, we're at the end.
The Bible Speaks when will we know
the end is near? Mathew 24:6-8 ESV.
" See that you are not alarmed, for
this must take place, but the end is
not yet. For nation, will rise against
Nation, and Kingdom, and there will
be famines, and earthquakes in
various places. All these are but the
beginning of Birth Pains."
Michael Tor
Are we in the end of ages?
When will all our sorrows flee?
When will we
Be joyfully
Thus taken for eternity?
Are the wars and famines seeking
To convey to use good news?
When will we
With our eyes see
The sign of Christ in glory be?
Is the selfishness and hatred
In these hearts a call to see?
When will we
Be called to leave
And be of evil ever free?
Is the earth, its pangs of birth
A sign to never sleep at ease?
When will we
The lonely, meek
In Christ His hands, so sleep in peace?
As the questions grow within,
This I know the truth to be:
Soon will we
With Him be seen
Till then, shall not our prayers cease.
Tale of two Cracks
__________________
Farmers Heel crack
S C R E A Ms
Bountiful harvest
is no time to rest
From Farm to Market
Middlemen exploit
Money lenders squeeze
Scheme benefit vanishes
Bumper crops
finally yield cropped price
Farmers lugged
on soil to survive
But best efforts
and worst System
cracked their hopes
created cavities on heels
Unable to crack
mystery of destiny
hung by rope on tree
World calls it suicide
But is a murder
abetted by apathy of society
Land Peel crack
S C R E A Ms
Ecology cycle of
Water-Vapour-Clouds-Rain
callously breached
Depleting water table
meagre network of irrigation
leaving soil parched
Brittle cracked pieces of soil
sliced sand gasping for life
Disregard for Environment
causing floods, famines
drenching, dehydrating soil
depleting nutritious layer
fertile land turning barren
Earth suffers miscarriage
feeding bosom dries
Blossom dies
Flora and Fauna cries
World calls it Natural calamity
But is ecology's murder
abetted by humans antipathy
____________________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta
Sneaky scoundrel, so sinister
like your scarry Siamese twin.
Grin result of disobedience
secured by Satan at the tree.
On Abel, you first set your eyes,
from mother earth his blood still cries.
Your thirst for victims knows no end
to Sheol, countless hosts, you send.
Your heart was pleased with Noah’s flood,
you had your fill of human blood.
With wars, famines, and homicide,
from you, doomed mortals cannot hide.
Like a tyrant, you rule with might,
claiming new victims, day, and night.
Soon your reign of terror will end
and the saved of earth will ascend.
When you and Jesus had the clash,
you then knew you had met your match.
When he arose with fists held high,
you knew that one day you will die.
Thanks to God for the victory won
through Jesus Christ His only Son,
that we may live and ever stay
in that fair land of fadeless day.
There is war and rumors of wars...are they MAD?
Matthew 24:6-13 NIV
6 You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. 7 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. 8 All these are the beginning of birth pains.
MAD: Mutual Assured Destruction:
Prophets, Seers of YAHWEH tell me
what the end time signs will be.
Stunning signs in heaven you’ll see
perils pervading land and sea.
Stars of heaven like leaves falling
prophets false for worship calling
famines, plagues, the nations galling
strife, commotion, mankind bawling.
Earthquakes, wars in divers places
People, awake, turn your faces
to the one who made the races
and bestows his saving graces.
When you see the signs in heaven
stars like leaves from heaven falling.
People, awake, turn your faces
to the one who made the races.
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