The Lesser Matter
There was a human race to save,
Not one race or creed,
For all souls, it was for all,
did our Savior bleed.
For the God of all time and eternity,
Saw the greatest plight,
For our souls, His only cause,
He chose to fight.
Enslavements, genocides, and murders,
for injustices of all kind,
For every cause and case foreseen,
had you and I in mind.
He forsook the royalty of His glory,
to be enclosed in flesh and skin,
Conquered sin and death in the likeness of sinful flesh,
For us to win!
For the radical cause we lift our voices
and fists the same.
Lay down your weapons, for the sake of Christ, in Jesus' name!
For Him, turn neither left or right, to choose a side,
Choose the Lord of Host Most High,
His grace applied.
What does it matter to hate and fight,
mere men are scorned or applaused,
When for the preaching of the gospel of Jesus Christ, is the greatest cause.
Many have forsaken the spiritual battle,
to choose the latter,
to fight, live and even die, for the lesser matter.
That you would pick a fight for part than all of humanity,
A greater weight is more at stake for eternity.
If only it were easy
to erase the ugly past,
open up a history book
and with one mighty blast
expunge wars and genocides,
the hatred and the lust.
Burn to ash and blow away
the “Not in my back yard!”
and “Let me have my way”,
the anger and dissension
that plague our every hour,
the selfishness and pride
of politics and power.
What if we could rid ourselves of
the fears and lack of trust
that hamper what’s fair play
with one enormous gust?
If only it were easy
to puff and blow away
the ugliness of history
and start afresh today.
I speak to human beings with my heart,
They answer me with their ego.
They all believed I was prey,
Until they discovered the darkness my impure soul has carried since I arrived in this dimension.
I speak of love and peace so that my demons don’t take control.
I don’t know why these hypocrites think they haven’t been unmasked.
I am aware that I will end up in the flames of my own hell.
In my nightmares, genocides are scenes of recreation.
In this infernal reality, fleeting vanities come at a price.
The devil doesn’t look me in the eyes when I bow before the universal force.
My celestial portion has been asleep since I’ve wandered upon this cursed planet.
I will never trust the human race.
Betrayal and hypocrisy are twin sisters prostituting themselves in the heart of humanity.
Liberty, equality, fraternity,
beautiful chimeras carved into the republican marble,
yet behind the motto, the Black Code,
the papal bull,
and the slave-trading betrayal as backbone.
Slavery, colonization,
xenophobia, negrophobia,
these are the legacies they disguise as civilizations.
Human zoos, colonial trading posts, the colonial pact,
the savage plunder wrapped in a tricolor flag.
In banana republics, tyranny is always under contract,
Françafrique and its neo-colonial military bases
feed African dictators at the service of the West.
Africa, the third world, whose misery has been planned for millennia,
this is how they name the cradle of humanity.
Under their blades, raw materials
become a procession of genocides,
and neo-colonial poaching devours heritages.
Assimilation, integration, alienation,
these three chains forged by the schools of the empire of Enlightenment.
But human dignity refuses to be sold,
the integrity and identity of courageous souls will never prostitute themselves.
Humanity and Africanity,
these two flames proclaim aloud
that the womb of oppressed peoples
shall never be reduced to the dust of servitude and submission.
Over tech connected; drawn to a life infected'
The moot is now mute' bad is the fruit.)
War on lies.? Square root..'
Much belies.' I read divide..Divide.!
Up to the truths, full inversion.'
Hate will grow, to genocides full immersion.!
Dark and vile truths are known to hide
in secret places that don't confide
their nature to the light of day.
Bodies to skeletons decay
in a closet or a deep well -
an unknown place, a hidden hell.
What is more shocking to me -
the ugliness for all to see,
as folks stroll by without a care,
as if there were nothing there,
when darkness hides in plain sight
in the shadow of the sunlight.
The averted eyes and numbed brains,
as decency no more remains,
as genocides among our species,
without alarm, as he sees, she sees -
For eons man has endured this plight
in the shadow of the sunlight.
I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering.
I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety.
I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy.
My distress illuminated the darkness of my weaknesses.
I am forged in the burning furnaces of struggle and survival.
In my veins flows the impure blood of slaves, riflemen and resistance fighters.
My gaze carries the weight of the pain of my color and the age-old injustices of my oppressed people throughout the Earth.
My persecuted skin is the cemetery of the scars of battles, trials and sacrifices of my ancestors dehumanized by supremacist slave traders and racialist colonialists.
I am the bitter fruit of a continent nourished by fratricidal conflicts, genocides, civil wars, coups d'état, dictatorial excesses, tribal hatred, treachery, corruption and neocolonial stratagems.
My memories are horrible nightmares, broken fragments of all the horrors my eyes have seen.
My mind is a battlefield where truth, justice, liberty, equality and fraternity are expressed without hindrance.
as seeing millions
of orphans at the boundaries
of African lakes,
some foreign wars
and genocides planners
continue to plan about the mass
killings of millions of other parents.
my hands are not getting tired
to write about the killings
of innocent voiceless
African men
and women
in different parts
of African territories.
Yoh!
Where is humanity?
Why so much hypocrisy?
Killing silently
at one hand
and claiming helping openly
at other hand.
Yoh!
Sad,
Very sad to see the augmentation
of orphans daily.
Where is humanity?
Why continue killing innocent people?
What did they do to you
to deserve these harsh payments?
Yoh!
So sad
to see heartless
folks up and down the streets
singing
" love "
by their mouths
to gain what
they always want...
But their hearts
fill with all sort of Evil.
It is always good to be real in life.
when you speak the truths to help
some victims of atrocities in Africa,
you are doing a good job.
As you think of decolonise some African countries
And some colonisers think of recolonise
the entire Africa.
Don't forget to find out the reason of assassinations
of many African loyal leaders.
Don't join some African traitors
who don't care about the lives
of millions of Africans.
Remember that the sellouts
were paid much money to sacrifice their colleagues,
they were also killed systematically
and seized all their stuffs
by some western corruptors.
In so called win - win deals
which many African leaders
were imposed by some western leaders.
As the westerners gained 85% of interests
in those so called deals.
when majority African leaders
called for the change of the systems
and some parternaires in businesses.
Now there are wars , massacres,
genocides,terrorism, and rebelions
in some parts of Africa.
Heres a man trying to bridge, a route to sanity along a ridge'
He's being hit.' with the same old twaddle'
As his so called betters loudly squabble'
I recall a board and stick' used 2020; they must think think us thick?
That with much mod tech, and breifing easy to do)
Thise ww2 methods, we would not see through?
It shows indeed utter contempt; of humans from the 50s'
The sacrifice, that they were first targeting shiftily'
It was gain the grandparents.' pull the younger in.'
One life lost was one to many, 'yet when the nhs needs some tin?
Lives are ten a penny ' they'll take the strikes and try to trash
As today the truth runs rampant throughought the land
Its aversaries have really now lost, the countrys trust.
Then some with spine stand; on the settling dust.'
Mr Bridgnd is Just one of many ' such people would incline to heal '
But all the liars; just aren't ready to' apologise, of genocides steal'
In the (long dead narrative) they, still strive to hide.'
I doubt that many, 'will' last out this ride.?
Where a newborn star lights
the vault of heaven under the sky
sapphire, high!
You can find it there,
Not the product of a god or some such!
But, man in his madness brings annihilation
to the makers, the father of the nation,
a nations ghost the dire lands divide….
Figures in raven cloaks flock in murders
of black cabals each a deity in mind
each a quest for inner peace
or damnation an automatic life…
When deviations dire provide the profits of war
and genocidal corporations' greed, seed, needs
and design desires flesh and bone born to non!
Black suited witches and three-piece warlocks
reside in cathedrals of suicide watch!
The automatic atomic night rises like a mantle
of ravens at mass genocides, men of madness
and dire means drive engines of earth demise!
The destination and ruination of all our lives…
Where a newborn star lights the vault
of heaven under the sky sapphire, high!
the orchestra played full volume in the theatre of her mind
thoughts and emotions vied for undisturbed attention but
her misplaced applause failed to settle restless blind screens
decoupages tapestries and fabrications of her imagination
whole movies and symphonies arranged on fast auto replay
spooled forward and backward until vision blurred into one
epic film tear of overload exhaustion and impenetrable void
hungry children
uncivil wars
deforestation
xenophobia
fission bombs
subjugation oppression marginalization genocides homophobic attacks
power money greed opulence decadence and seeming banality of evil
for the charade that life was she needed to close plenty of curtains
unveil at the same time what had been hidden behind a solid façade
when the cacophony climaxed in crescendo staccato and discord
she knew that her voice of conscience would lead her the way
03rd June 2021
1/16/21
As of recent times
Another one-sided agreement signed
I'm trying to leave the impact of a meteorite
Very little peace of mind
Haven't found, what I seek to find
Struggling to sleep at night
I do not need advice
I'm a decent guy
It doesn't matter if anybody else does, as long as I believe in I
We just can't always see eye to eye
Not thinking outside the box, then you will be confined
If you never mean to try
Quickly you will fall behind
Not everything is good
Nothing withstood
The test of time
Another one out the door, and another next in line
In a world full of pesticides
Humans still committing genocides
It was emphasized
Or just swept aside
Felt like I made tremendous strides
In nearly every area, I started to specialize
Then I began to feel dead inside
It's been a pathetic plight
And an epic fight
During a hectic life
Close and far from Septic pipes
Can't handle the truth, they always want to edit my
Content, don't want to let it fly
I did it wrong, but said it right
There really is an end in sight
Which is why, it's so important to always try your best in life
Nobody knew better than him the value
Of great art --
The need to preserve the memory of
Great artists;
Do not even the basest of us feel
Overwhelming emotion, hushed awe?
Great art should seem to the eye all
Things divine rather than human;
But still, of any person...it should fall
to him
To obliterate the most magnificent
Art had then yet to offer.
A crime committed in full view
Of the old city's appalled populace;
He undertook it with selfsame blase'
Nonchalance
Such as dictators sometimes so indulge in
When immersed in their own idle genocides.
The mind that contrived such eloquent,
Articulated words
Hell-bent on a dreadful, utterly
Inconceivable destruction!
And following on from this terrible
Silence of a long, drawn-out aftermath?
The choirs of gathering voices offering up
Glorianas and praises-in-excelsis
For that which unceasingly labours to exalt
In the banality of the prosaic and mundane.
I sit by the sea on my chair,
A fold away I’ve had for years
Now faded from my summers’ use
Each year the temperature got warm
As it is today, watching waves
Come crashing upon golden sands.
Sea gulls screech and scream, flying high
Up in a dark but deep blue sky
Where fluffy white clouds scoot on by
And I say “hi” to passersby
Who in turn greet me with their “hi”
And sitting here I ask me “why”?
It is so peaceful on this beach
Yet the whole world is so turmoiled
Engaged in wars, genocides and
All things that man just should not do
To all his fellowman each day…
A gull just swooped down low.
W.C.Hull © 2020-10-7-WCH-2-18
W.C.Hull © 2020-10-7-H1475-2585
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