Are you human or you're life
Life expectancy
How the far you in your life
And what is your dependency
Is this system SATAN really
To abolish soul
What is your behavior
Is your game kinda foul
Will we all kinda same
In the system this
Sure we're tired of the war
All of us want peace
But with peace you reproduce
Many many children
Ocean corals life reduced
Due your interference
Soles of you shoes produce
Microparticles
They the threat to ocean induce
Many LAW the articles
So you shall be walking less
AI will do all jobs for you
Yes Economy recess
Valuable are few
Ocean suffers from hypoxy
So that many humans eat
What for system this
True judgement
You're HYPOCRITE
I was studying QURAN but I am not a traditional muslim and I also study TORAH but not christian
I am not a religious person and am a mathematician
and ALLAH and I we love this song
10+Years/Feeding+The+Wolves/Fade+Into+(The+Ocean)
and if CYBE ids correct we want HELP
they chant-and they chant
but do they know the words true meaning?
they wear the colours that show their support
but do they know what these colours represent?
they wave their flags but not of their own
some may say this is an act of treason?
the words they chant are against a certain ideology-
but it's that ideology that gives them freedom.
they say they are for free speech
but if you disagree...?
they say you are free to express your opinions-
but when you do, and its opposite to theirs, they condemn.
they say they are for all fellow man
but if you go against their narrative, you are not human.
they say they are against racism-
but their words incite racist acts.
they say they are for love and peace-
but never denounce a violent group?
they condemn the brutality of their nemesis-
but are silent when their ally does the same.
they say they have it all worked out-
but have they lived life yet?
I am saddled with a heavy burden
The Pharisees didn't see it
The Sadducees only made me sadder
Now I know I am surrounded by hypocrites
It was written on the 14th of July, 2024
They taught about the almighty. Did they love him ever?
Did they enter heaven, or allow others to enter?
Like surfaces of silent lakes, they looked calm and serene.
Underneath flew currents of whirlpools, tearing the marine
The poor were deserted like twigs of trees, they deserted.
Their hard earned wealth, into their own interests, they diverted
The oaths on the gifts of the altar of God was precious.
Should the mercy of God on the altar be infectious?
Millions of laws they made. Did they practice the law of love?
Did they think that they had fallen, like stars, straight from above?
Cleaning their vessels from outside was their eternal task.
Like white-washed catacombs, their reality was mere masks.
Woe to you, you told them. You teach laws, yet, lawless yourselves.
Each skeleton of those you had killed, remove from your shelves.
Isn’t it ironic that man makes laws to be upheld? but for his own sake can be broken. It is the simple man who always pays the price, while the ones in power receive a token.
Why don’t our leaders speak the truth? but in the name of democracy, raise their slogan. How can your laws serve their purpose? if not the truth, they have spoken.
Your untruthful faces seem so pale, as if from your grave, you have woken. Why don’t you leave the people in peace? Or is it from shame, that your tongues have frozen.
Haven’t your mind's yet perceived, if not for your voters, you would have not been chosen. So we say again, leave in peace, before the sleeping giant has awoken.
Saleh Ben Saleh
So many people in this world
Free do not have their conscious formed properly
Twisted wisdom uses the Bible to justify acts of defiance against God
Who am I to judge when our Precious Lord said if you love Me keep my commandments
A sad sorry state of any nation that denies the truth
The blind suffer poor knowledge justifying their actions in words and deeds
When we tread the needle it's transparent what is sewn
Here lies the hypocrisy of God
A man that lived with what was given
Learnt to make due with his condition
But still God left him to his struggles
Here lies a man of God
A man whose life is proof of God
But his life was marred with pain
While all he did was chose to be a good man
It's sad the man never faltered
If he had maybe God would have had reason
Reason to not come to his aid when needed
For the same life that he tried to live killed him
This man taught himself patience
And hoped that God will come to his aid
In his wait he remained loyal
But his reward was eventually pain
Does it mean that this man was unworthy
Or why would God let him suffer this way
For if its a test then it's leaving a bad taste
Or is it punishment for being good?
If so the man lying here is long gone
And the one that awakes will be born a new
For if life is by his hands he better soil his hands
Cause he's clean hands were deemed guilty and lazy
The PO£T
Hypocrites and bullies
Come in every shape and form
They don’t all live under rocks
Or openly and disdainfully scorn
Many portray themselves
As caring individuals with superior intellect
Voicing their behaviour as advice or just humour
Yet the outcome has the same damaging affect
Its unkind and unnecessary
Designed only to hurt
No matter how its decorated or delivered
It is bullying behaviour you assert
You intimidate and belittle
You are simply cruel
Just own who you are
You hateful ,hypocritical fool!
ALWAYS BELIEVE A WOMAN...
and the ME TO....movement
BUT ONLY IF ITS COLORED BLUE …
CHIRP...CHIRP...……...……..CHIRP
Hypocrites
By: Tom
8/7/2019
Haiku
The main “Jaw Jackers”
Want no wall and gun control.
They’re the exception.
Most have walls and armed security at their homes 24/7
Quick to mount their soapbox
Wailing about this and that
Throwing poison darts at so and so
When they also wear the mask
Of those they're railing against
A paragon of virtue, aren't they?
It really gets me going Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 05/05/2019
My soul hears the cries of a child,
its tears, tethered to the whims of fate.
Children shackled to poverty,
without a future, and bereft of love;
struggle to survive in a world of plenty.
And we exploit their plight,
pretending to care, if they live or die;
by sponsoring phony, profitable charities.
But the fact is, we care little for them;
they're mere propaganda fillers for political news.
We go to church, bend our knees, and pray
to God to forgive our sins.
But we believe we've found a loophole in
God's unconditional love;
how can He fault us for using our free will?
But God commanded us to love our neighbor;
that choice was never left to us.
Humans are hypocrites and charlatans;
who claim to be compassionate beings.
For we allow hungry children to starve to death,
without feeling any remorse or guilt.
We view their world as somehow make-believe,
convincing ourselves their suffering can't be real.
To those, regardless of political affiliation or party, personal or religious philosophy, or gender or orientation, or ethnicity who are fake or phony. To say it bluntly, " I would rather spend time with a wh-re instead of a bore. The former has more character, most likely.
White clothes wear for virtue's candidates to appear yet pitch-black their souls stay!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 August 2017
* Just back for today!
"RETURN OF THE DEAD HYPOCRITES"
the dead hypocrites have risen
from their graves and I'm
not the epitome of an honor-
able man.
to the dead hypocrites,
my life has gone nowhere and
since I've never had their god
in my life,
the Chicano has derailed.
to the dead hypocrites,
the Chicano's life is wandering
the desert naked and alone.
the dead hypocrites say I'm
headed for an eternity of misery.
so be it.
I know poetry isn't misery.
I know my manhood is intact.
manhood... whatever the hell that
means.
I know my life isn't misery.
I know their god is...
if the old saying is true and
misery loves company,
I can see why they want the best
to join their Dead Hypocrite
society...
...and I can't blame them.
By: Chicano Eddie
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