I asked him, my friend
Who are the heroes of the world?
He said, "Heroes, the War-Giants."
Alexander to Maj. Gen. Herald Ikiants,
Revolutionaries – Ideologues, Demagogues.” He named.
I quizzed his seminal brain
"What about saviors and saints?"
He was composite and took no strain
To answer my query pains,
“Of course, Saints!”
And he had no feel of hailing
The heroes of war veins
As he believes history’s kneeling
And he trusts in evidence
So scientific and evidence.
"History is past blundrance." I tried.
He only said very firm
"It is evidence."
"Learn from the evidence"-I,
He confirms, he uses occurrence
As he still has a belief
History repeats itself.
He proves again quoting History mischief,
History does not repeat, but rewritten with the dictum
"History is not of warriors but of the makers of life"
The Earth would only say
"How mean you are
Learn from the past errors."
The meteor was coming near
But little Robbie had no fear
His parents knew earth was DOA
But he tried to argue, to save the day.
He said, “Dear Space Rock, don’t I have rights
My life and liberty are in your sights
I like puppies and cats, and elephants too
You’re coming for me, but what did I do?”
Robbie’s Dad said "son, a rock can’t feel
There’s no moral part to which you can appeal
It doesn’t matter how nice you are
We’re at the mercy of a shooting star."
The meteor missed, the earth was fine
But still it was the end of the line
The ideologues came for Robbie’s Dad
He tried to argue, his naivete was sad.
The ideologues had a one-track mind
It was year one, time to leave the past behind
No freedom, no rights, that was the deal
They just laughed at Robbie's father's spiel
When criminals or ideologues, have you in their sights
Say goodbye to logic, and to your rights
Look around, the dominos fall
Can't argue with a rock, can't charge at a wall.
Watch out for that ideology
Bad effects on your psychology
It bleeds into our sociology
‘Til we hate one another’s biology
Let’s make a pact
To get our facts together
Have no ideology
Whatsoever
Hitler and Stalin and Mao and Amin –
Terminating angels of some fantastic machine
Marx and Weber and Keynes and Rand
Raised a fist of thought in hand
But Peter and Paul and the whole Roman Church
Didn’t wanna leave anyone in the lurch
Ho Chi Minh shoved me on a Mekong barge
Meanwhile, the Castros were living large
Let’s make a pact
To get our facts together
Have no ideology
Whatsoever
Apostles, ideologues, acolytes –
Whatever gets you thru the glassy night
The world is your battleground and you must fight
Just watch for the mines under your short sights
We carry in us
the genes of our parents;
we carry in us
the Soul of Our Nation;
the sins – and, more
important – the climbing out
of valleys, to higher peaks of
Spiritual Truths and Values:
Whether one's ancestor born slave or free-man,
whether born in poverty or the-lap-of-luxury – just
born in the United States of America,
has been a blessing envied by vast numbers
of suppressed societies throughout the world, while
cursed by their Gutless Leaders. Don't let
Marxist Lies and Filth be the
Law of our Precious Land, purchased with the
proud blood of past Patriot's, and now
protected by presently serving honorable,
selfless men and women of the USA Joint Armed Forces –
Let God Rein, and not Evil, Twisted Ideologues.
Thanks to the potters of chop city
for kneading us a keyhole peek
into a new green world dis-order.
Where all colors of the rainbow are represented
except for blue and the color of common sense.
A six block funhouse of
intolerance-
intimidation
rape-
assault-
extortion
murder.
A murder of dregs
descending on the naïve
and ideologues
where perverts and virgins
bump and grind like
dust devils and windchimes
until their weeping cherries popoff the vine..
A Mad land where the grown-ups feed their
feral children to opportunists.
A never-ending fools food fight
where rainbows collapse into
sidewalk crappers.
Many thanks to the potters of chop city
for showing us how to knead a flower
into skunk weed in less than a month.
Unlike the curse
placed on most ideologues
The Truth
—never contradicts itself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Empty Shells
A wrong leader in power
Frustrates all hopes
The poets will not sing any new songs
A dullness may take over
Natural purposes retarded
It even makes you wonder
If God intended grace
To allow to build a dream
Of rainbow or embrace
Greed will tip the balance
Plans and semi-plans
Of ideologues and clans
Will limit natural choices
People in total loss
It finally will lead
To sacrificial lamb … Love
To be summoned to submit in the chaos!
One possible result is:
Empty shells may seize the day!
Abul Qasem Ghazanfar
REBELLIOUS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A rebellious act is not always a showing of disrespect
It may be an activity for a right you’re trying to protect
Every fiat and decree issued by an agency of the government
Will alienate some creating disapproval and discontent
The reaction by the issuer to the noncomplying reply
Will lead to further upheavals and failure to comply
If cooler heads fail to provide prudent leadership
The seeds may be sown for a tyrannical dictatorship
Every government is oppressive by its very structure
Each agency within develops its own governing culture
Each attempts to lead the charge into the way things are done
To gain power and by legislation force the public to succumb
To the guidance and knowledge of at hand ideologues
Who’s best assessment of the public, a pond full of frogs.
A freedom lost returns not by itself, it takes sacrifice
Vigilant attention is the paradigm of a freedoms life
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