with all due respect
exaggerated words use -
feeds my disbelief
Government has been rotten for years,
While good governance no longer exists.
Leaving many hungry power politicians behind,
With people who have no choice but to abide.
To abide those self entitled and ignorant public servant
while indulging power and corrupt.
An opportunist dressed in a Samaritan suit,
who always want to dispute.
To dispute a topic he has no clue about
As if they're doing it for clout.
Maybe it's a consequence of voting celebrities,
choosing good looks over good qualities
Qualities like integrity and credibility
and not manipulation and dishonesty.
We can work this out together,
vote wisely for the better.
Better might sound like a dream,
for best is what our heart scream
Make your vote worthy
For it's been a tough journey
There lies a city, far, far away—
A land of tranquil grace,
Where peace flows gently like a river,
For the people command the most.
Within its walls, the cubs and lambs
Dwell side by side in harmony.
Vice is but an ancient tale,
Because the people command the most.
O my city, learn from your peers,
Heed the voices of your own.
If you would know true peace and plenty,
Let your people command the most.
When men gather to make the laws and settle the day, all seems safe and comforting and well- There are disagreements between them as always, but compromise is always the quest-
But when men hold themselves above this thesis is when dangerous demons will not quell-
It is now for all to stand up against these non truths, never relinquishing to rest-
But when the demons have erupted, they will not easily be dismissed-
They will say they are helping the common man, which most will believe-
Only some will realize the deception, and look back sadly at past days missed-
Then all become restless seeing the true nature of these beasts, bringing final desolution and grief-
Then comes bloodshed and chaos until the next band of men appear, promising help and change- And once again the cycle begins with hope and inspiration for all to feast-
How would the endless cycle be stopped, with thinkers only purveying the same old range- Alas it cannot and will not be haulted, because the nature of man is ruled by its beast-
In Nigeria, obnoxious decrees seal my lips.
Edicts made and interpreted by rubber stamps
are enforced by judicial merchants and chief whips.
I risk going to the gulag and confinement camps
if I don't sugar coat fudging and deceit.
I must sugar-coat and seal my lips with sugar,
with the sweet lure of toadying that makes me bigger,
or unveil malfeasance and have my abrupt exit.
Each prerogative denied comes with a reward;
The prerogative of elusive energy
The prerogative of the residents' award
The prerogative of the school leavers' Energie
The prerogative of entitled wellbeing
The prerogative of mandatory instruction
elude all, but benefit few by decreeing.
Toxic decreeing of rationing and privation.
The misery of all benefits a select few;
A chosen cabal in the radar of government's view.
Greater London.'
Greater Melbourne'
Greater Germany'
Greater Isreal.'
Am i missing something.?
Word Problem:
What is the political
and economic
and moral difference
between a -1 communist concentration camp
and a +1 capitalist detention camp?
Hint:
Probably the same Christian taxpayer difference
between
-0 (emptiness):
SUBTRACT empowering hope
for a healthy democracy,
Red and Yellow
Black and White
they are precious
in His sight
and
+0 (fullness):
ADD disempowering despair
of stealthy stupid kleptocracy,
pitching Red against Yellow
Black against White
liberal SkyBlue anthropocentric dreams
against conservational EarthGreen realities
Economically unsafe
and politically unhealthy
MotherEarth
laid to waste,
dark stark global disrepair.
Capitalist detention camp distinctions
without communist concentration camp differences
DeGenerative World Problem UnSolution:
a +1 v -1 Total-itarian risk.
ReGenerative Word Problem ReSolution:
a Win/Win +0 and -0 CoBinary
Making Earth Great Again
healthy democratic CoIntelligent
ecological-economic opportunity.
I wish I could speak Shona fluently
Trace the paths of old Zimbabwe
From the ancient cliffs of Chinoyi
To Nelson Mandela Avenue’s concrete.
But wishes, like dreams
Are shooting stars across the night
Lighting the sky with fleeting grace
Yet slipping beyond reach.
So I dream still
Of the misty beauty at Victoria Falls
Of a land where children laugh and learn
Well-fed, and free to roam.
I dream of Zimbabwe
Where no hand needs greasing
Where healing is a right
And greed is but a forgotten word.
A tyrant, though he’s feared, he also fears:
A symmetry of horror unites them all.
Unleashed, a dragon that forever nears,
And he, as all the rest, it soon may maul.
A tyrant rides a tiger, yet he knows
It is not love that keeps him in that place;
And that which comes, it just as swiftly goes;
The claws of retribution can he face.
A tyrant may have had a better course
In selling shirts upon a dusty street;
Immersed in simple love, and not in force,
With friends around him, children at his feet.
The vacant glamor of a wretched life,
Forever fearing for a sudden knife.
chicanery rules
the day… charlatans and quacks…
carry us away...
Wales U K some parents care..bout childrens
Senses being pared; away with caution, with
Thoughts i'd think not rare.? By any who exist
Out there ! Who have concern who'd like there
To be, in childrens lives sensibility a graduated
Learning climb, content age related is that some
Crime? Sex education cannot be right for those
Of six.' Such precious mites.' Would the same
Be allowed to steer a formula one? In such early
Years? Or perhaps a drone, eqipped for war?
What say you judge ? Who has judged before.!
Judged against a human right, you have aggreived
You cast a blight ' I am aligned I here support the
Caring parents who have rightly fought, for freedom
In context, of better ed ' are the admistrators inside
Just dead ? There can't be thought or reason
Applied ' when such actions versus needs its quite
Aparthied.' And not between species or race yet
Twixt parents and children such a great; disgrace.'
Politics
Activities associated with
The governance of a country
As simple as
The administration of an organisation
But there is always power struggle
And greed for wealth
Politics become unusual
Because of power struggle
And greed for wealth
A sordid affair indeed
Conspiracy, canvassing
Scandal and bribery
All make things complex
And bring great sorrow to the people
Who are ignorant and innocent
Sometimes
We should blame the politicians
But not the political ideology
S/he fears unnatural associations
between RightWing designers
and patriarchal capitalists,
Calculating each Ego
in zero sums
of autonomous Red Powers.
He hopes for nature inspirations
inhaling LeftWing perspirations
for polyculturing communions,
Sacred Earth
Ego/EcoSystemic nonzero co-operating
co-evolving bilateral
inside/outside intelligence
Win/Win
co-passionately integral
potential for SacredGreen Earth
reconnecting empowering Enlightenment
of liberal
universal
unitarian lovers.
"Ratatatatatata"...
that harbinger of sorrow
women and children wailing and crying
men scampering and dying
on the farm plains lies dead bodies
bodies of innocent citizens
graffiti of blood trail everywhere
Flies feasting and buzzing
Police siren wailing and buzzing
Oh! They are late!
The gun wielders are gone
Into the thick bush they disappear
Promises broken and hopes dashed
Families broken and dreams crashed
Then they make speeches and excuses
Lives are lost
Human life, not cattle
Precious lives not meat
Hmm, Orphans are made!
We all blamed IPOB
with voice they fought
Like ants they marched
With sticks they pushed
But with tanks they were crushed
Alas, the gun wielders are criminals
The men of voice are terrorists
Yet in one country we live
What a fractured line!
What a world.
Love sets our hearts on fire,
not the city.
We abide by the eternal victory
set forth by life’s Word.
We are about the Lord’s business,
not the entanglement of choice,
not the frothing of the masses.
We kiss the feet of Jesus.
We don’t soak our own feet
while we spit hatred to the wind.
We hit our knees, black and blue bruised,
the devil crushed beneath.
Our prayers are real,
not tortuous to our mirrors.
We don’t think ourselves God!
We don’t lean into our every word.
We don’t deliver arrows to the great or weak.
Instead, we beseech the creator of our land.
We are wise as a serpent, harmless as a dove.
Peace is our governance.
We seek it.
We read it.
We live it.
And when we fail, and we do,
we repent and start anew.
Lies are not our gospel,
that is good news.
Pride comes before a fall.
Before you turn your finger outward
you’d best look within your own universe,
thoroughly, completely, no drawing back,
no hiding places. He who is without sin
throw the first stone. Boomerang!
2/24/2021
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