A young man stabbed, runs for police,
but his attacker was a Sikh,
who claimed ‘racism,’ and these cops
cuffed the poor victim as he dropped,
much more concerned with brownish skin
than murder, the quite worst of sins,
more fearful of the word ‘racist’
than life which no longer exists,
and then try to hide their disgrace,
let killers walk just to save face,
stopped only by a loud outcry,
not the fact they let a man die,
as leftist filth fear ‘the backlash,’
when the die is already cast.
The same scum who excused rape gangs,
their own daughters in vile hands,
ravaged by cruel Mohammedans…
rapists should swing from the tree limbs.
Another attack in Belfast,
we all know it won’t be the last,
the leftists despise their own kind,
think foreigners can’t be malign,
think they can bring in failed cultures,
and from them somehow be inured,
wrapped in their lazy, Marxist faith,
that only teaches to self-hate,
arrest folks for having wrong thoughts,
a tyranny wrapped up in rot,
all loyalty to you they spurned…
perhaps it’s right to make it burn.
Pharaoh’s was the first pyramid scheme
A ruler who sure knew how to dream
Thousands of foreigners died: 'collateral damage'
The first project a CEO ~ ever mismanaged
65.
The Path of Our Nation
Hey foreigner!
Search the world map
Find shapes, don't nap
Dog's sitting there!
West – Pacific
Orient facing
Seems West guarding
Though Asiatic.
Blacks – first people
Browns – main settlers
Whites – once rulers
Peopling simple.
Asia's old friend
China, India
And Arabia
But West to rend.
Heel Islamized
Yet, Spaniards came
And made it tame
Rest Christianized.
America's
First Asian pet
New rule beget
Foreigners pass.
When the dog's free
From charms of boss
Suffered weight loss
Makes self hungry.
But, its puppies
Away from thee
Fills their tummy
Return booties.
When stocks will store
Wisely by host
Future's not lost
New things explore.
Filipino –
The “World's Servant”
Role's important
Yellow halo!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
63.
Three Charms of Luz-Vi-Minda Against Spain
She's Luz-Vi-Minda
Priestess of Asia
When incubus harms
She takes out her charms…
Behold! Jose Rizal
Our hero national
Poet, doctor, researcher
Farmer, herder, school-builder
Fought Spaniards with paper and pen
Luzon's charm – noblest of our men!
Behold! Lapu-Lapu!
Defender of Cebu
First terror of invaders
Famed Magellan's death renders
Rammed Spaniards with native bolo
Visayas' charm – quaintest hero!
Behold! Purmassuri!
Awesome Muslim lady
Wise heroine of Sulu
Foreigners cannot subdue
Disturbed Spaniards so tribesmen won
Mindanao's charm – enemies thrown!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My walls are tall. I’ve built them strong
To keep out all who don’t belong.
It seems a lonely life but not so much.
For protection, safety’s sake,
I’ve built them so they cannot break.
You can’t be hurt if you cannot be touched.
Here in my heart alone I dwell
Within this mighty citadel.
A fortress keeping foreigners at bay.
I won’t expose my fragile heart
To those who might tear it apart.
My signs are posted, “Danger! Keep away!”
I like it here with only me.
Though I may hurt, no one can see.
My secrets safe from anybody else.
With solitude my only friend
My heart might have a chance to mend.
At least that’s what I try to tell myself.
Perhaps, someday I’ll drop my shield,
My fortress then an open field
Where one might dance and play beneath the sky.
But until then I’ll keep them strong,
Staying here where I belong,
Where none will ever see the tears I cry.
Yet, strangely I can faintly hear
A quiet voice drift to my ear.
Singing, “Let me in,” persistently.
It troubles me to hear this song
That gently echoes on and on.
For why would anybody want to be
In here with me
The Nordic Tribe
There is a movement of Scandinavians
going to the South of Europe, they have their church,
cafes and shops selling the type of food sold in
the North. The Spaniards, say, accept and ignore them
because these strange northerners came here for
The sun does not take anyone’s work.
You can call the economic refugees; it is cheaper here
and that also keeps the heating bill low.
The people of the North dislike refugees coming to their
country, a place to live, and they protest loudly.
One day, when the economy in the south is on par with
the Nordic one, who will leave, or seek other shores
where they can live as kings among the lesser
The Northerners are racists by nature, but do follow
the money and its fluctuations, and they can
See the local people where they have temporarily
sought shelter as foreigners.
Ghanaians are beating
The drum of shame
For Nigerians
Which they will later dance to
Calling Nigerians in Ghana
All sorts of names, due to some misunderstanding
Now they're promoting hate just because of mistakes.
Ghanaians are on the street
Creating scenarios
Nigerians the villains
Forgetting they triggered it
Forgetting what their Ghanaians
Are doing to Nigerians as well
No country without a foreigner
There are also foreigners here in Nigeria.
See Ghanaians on the streets pretending
They're perfect and absolutely innocent
Because of the acts and misconduct
Of few Nigerians in Ghana
Now they're protesting for disunity
Your mind is the greatest treasure, work on it
If we can't unite and live in
Oneness, peace and unity within ourselves
Who or where else!?... Let love lead us.
across the festival of grasses
I ran through the view of various booth and attraction
run by locals and those aged faction
along those sneaky foreigners with imprinted aliases
rolling my bike seemed to bother
with their necks closing in
leaning towards my upward chin
read as arrogance, instead as an evader
invader of their land
shattering their drinking glass
yet still manage to outclass humans
by using what's left of their decaying hand
it's pretty in my mind
thinking—I'll just pay a visit
not knowing my limit
until I arrived.
The bull roars when he sees the big cow being milked by foreigners men
On the far edge of the world there are
fanatics of many minds and religions.
They have uninteresting histories,
jejune existences, and distorted ideas of nature.
Some are belligerent, felony-friendly foreigners.
I’ve never given them a single thought,
because they are nothing to me.
They’re insignificant—living curiosities
and I grant them no more sympathy
than I would a flock of wild birds.
Of course, I’d never wish to harm wild birds
unless they had the wherewithal to attack me,
in inimitable, Hitchcock style.
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Songs for this:
Kashmir by by Toni Jevicky
Bring Me to Silence (Audiotree Live) by Fievel Is Glauque
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felony-friendly = terrorist or crime adjacent
Beaming big flowers
Outfit dress with foreigners
Respect the nomads.
She is just like Jericho
Walls of stone so hard and cold.
Protecting her from all that might have been.
And all the things she won’t show,
Sights so wondrous to behold,
Are buried somewhere deep beneath her skin.
She has built her garden walls
A thousand miles wide and tall
And there is no way over or around.
So, I stand here, looking small
To sing my song beside her wall
And hope that she might somehow hear the sound.
I have tried to catch her eye
To see all that she would deny
Beyond the lies she says that she believes.
There are hints that would imply
The tears she’d never ever cry,
She’s too afraid of foreigners and thieves.
Someday I may find the key
To repeat ancient history
But until then I wander ‘round her town.
She may look, she may see,
That tiny voice belongs to me,
A hopeful man who stands here on the ground.
How I long to find the song
To heal her hurts, to right the wrongs.
How I wish to free the love she’s bound.
I dream that I could make my voice
A trumpet blast, a heav’nly noise.
That I could make the walls come tumbling down.
Go to a Broadway show; take a look
At the people who fill up the seating,
A mixture of tourists from thither and yon,
All together, with few of them meeting.
The old and the young, the fat and the thin,
The foreigners from varied places,
The blonds and the bald, the braids and the curls,
The smiles or the frowns on the faces.
No matter the crowd, when the theater goes dark,
They’re united in their expectation
That the show they’ll be seeing is worth it and will
Earn a well-deserved standing ovation.
Many foreigners living in the Philippines
Quite for a long time now
Come, visit us here anytime
Many months, many years
It will be in your style
Surely, you will find yourself in tropical island
Sipping island made rum
Sun bathing in a beautiful sandy beaches
Picnicking, dining and boodle fighting
Lodging in those affordable affluence hotel
If settled, find your soulmate
Or better still, marry a Filipino woman
Thank you for loving Philippines.
Wave just kiss the shore
Retreat back to the sea; he
Does not belong there.
Back and forth he kiss
Retreat back again to sea
Does it everyday.
For so long a time
By obsession, he decide
Engulfing all lands.
No more land, all sea
By obsession, he's now king
Land is his minion.
Union came intense
The sea and land give off from
belly an island.
An island so white
Cleaned, unblemished, innocent
Fresh from conception.
For so long a time
The intruders like it; trees grow
Birds and the likes came.
The island news fame
People came, live one by one
Big constructions rave.
The island rose fame
Foreigners came lodge and lull
You'll hear laughter roar.
Beauty and commerce
Rule the island; visitors
In all walks flourish.
They are now at peace
The land rule the inside reign
The sea rule outside.
We're just visitors
Here, there, near or everywhere
We goes back our home.
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