Before dawn,
the world breathless~
heartbeats
become tethers
to the whims of fate
and old dreams
flying
out of reach.
Fickle
fate holding
our fortunes
hostage to power~
meager money eked out
from
minions of despots.
Freedom for those who stood to speak.' In a system rotten
At every move it creaks." u k gaols used to frighten and
Suppress the vast majority, justice is not.' This is a mess!
Free your citizens ( enough of thought crimes!) You spoke
Loud about some sausages.' Or was that karma Divine?
Whatever quyeer reasons? I'm calling his time.' May
Trump stand on your neck; Sunshine' Maybe then you'll release them yet? Get them back up on deck.' I say free Tommy Robinson raise the rafters U K.' Let the good word be carried on the streets
And good vibes, return unto Britain in these days.'
Its a reggresive sight to see the condition of hostages
Being released by hamas?? Its a sad counterpoint to the
Whole sad situation.' And gnaws away at hope of there
Being any good solution, any way to sanity..For barbarisam will
But destroy all souls that employ it.' Enough.!! Time to
Consider on our humanity surely' and the positives it can
Facilitate.'
Hostages
We read that three women held by Hamas have been freed and looked to be in good health
The British TV and the press showed happy people in Israel as most of the reporting was done with an Israeli slant
Of the Palestinians held hostage by Israel without trial, their suffering is overlooked but reports tell of house raids of the freed Palestinians in their homes
What we are seeing from the British covering
Of the debacle is blatant racism the Arab struggle is of no interest to the British
We wait for fabricated story how women were
Subjected to mass raped by Hamas a story that
Will be the usual lies the British lies serve us
Who Won
Hostages
Miracle Man
Labor Day 2024
Sometimes others make decisions,
that will go against our grain.
We allow sacrifices to be made of a few
for the good of many, without refrain.
It always seems so unfair,
if you’re family of one of these few.
Being told that,“a man’s gotta do,
what a man’s gotta do”
We thank God each morning,
that we’re not one of the few.
But sometimes we tend to overlook,
what the prayers of many can do.
I wonder if it were your loved one,
would it shine a different light,
On the seriousness of negotiation?
Just a thought, but it might.
Gaza's hostages
When IDF tried to free six of Hamas hostages
holed up in a tunnel, the six, two women and
four men were found dead
three questions arise.
When were the hostages shot?
During the firefight?
Or were they sacrifices?
we know that the vile regime
the Israel regime is capable of anything foul
Hamas could have murdered
the hostages to stop the IDF from searching
for more hostages
They were wasting the hostages,
This deftly handling in stages;
Thirty minutes another one slew,
Nor bothered they would soon be few...
For the beauty of Twelve Million;
They're not asking for A Trillion.
Twelve fine girls,nine boys handsome
And only Eight left for ransom
Captor tells captives "I love you!
Just that parents do not facts chew;
Like I do kola and bitter pill...
For delays, impatient guns kill..."
Isn't it too hard to swallow:
What we'd do to in wealth wallow?
To my speech you all listen
To plan to it hasten...
Once your money is in my briefcase
My behaviour I shall change
The life - improving dollar in my embrace
Hopes of your release within range...
And no more of these upsetting speeches
That threaten your earthly riches
Sometimes seizing your breath
A big havoc wreaking on your health
Nor again will you glimpse this bizarre mask
Asking for the right keys to your bank's sacred locks
Your history pages simply recording this hateful task
For which you'd celebrate whomever bravely blocks
Yet, I have to warn the Rescue Mission dreamer
And that black gorilla schemer
Now seemingly shaking like a leaf
But edging near to the Alarm Button!
His adventurous face to wear the grief
Of a week - long starved glutton!
Also, the pregnant blonde on my left
Seriously impressing that she's carrying my child
Besides the three or four year old boy very deft
And a bit of the wild.
The first two shan't in one piece remain
When my AK 47 starts its traditional song.
And I'm telling you in the main,
It does so a bit too long.
People have hopes and plans
That they want to be
They are often
Very driven
To make these
Come true
Also they often have
Children they take along
Children who rarely
Have any say
In how their life’s
Will be
The hopes and dreams
Of the child
Will never have
A chance
Adult plan and work
Their dreams to have
But the children
Are not asked
For children are simply
Luggage to take along
Wailing in the city beyond bridge and bog
Austerity choking the dreams in cribs
Loans have dried up, at noon there is fog
Leverage everything, he pawns his ribs
She drinks and staggers to the new trade
Traditions fall apart by the will to live
Recession crawls and curls atop the spade
Economy everywhere has nothing to give
Except for the looters, fat and cool
Teamsters and workers are like barren mule
Heavy in debt, blind, blind the arguments
Owners of nothing no business can grow
Subtle the pipers anethestic of discontents
Thousands are homeless, pension like snow
Amassed and melted under paws of greed
Governments are impotent, bankers rule
Excess they blame on the workers in need
Suffering hides in shame, but dogs do drool.