‘I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America,’
Where elephants and donkeys in the media prompt hysteria,
‘And to the Republic for which it stands,’
Devotion lies in political assassinations if one doesn’t comply or withstand,
‘One Nation under God,’
Whilst following religious law and trading faith for facade,
‘Indivisible,’
Indefensible,
‘With liberty and justice for all,’
With negligence for protocol.
consider how you harness hate when you proclaim love
passion can be congruent with damnation
blinding even the dearest souls to destructive acts
allowing the indefensible to be expressed
'in the name of love' does not offer absolution
I speak via the vantage point of the exhausted
resolve all the ill will residing beneath your skin
your song makes claims that love hurts
yet your actions irrefutably proving
it is indeed you that hurt
Now is the certain Winter
Of collective discontent
Descending with the steady steps
Of predators among us,
Eyes cold and clear
Like ICE.
No compassion for strangers
In those eyes,
No warmth for others
Behind those masks
Just coldness, hardness
Like ICE.
No argument nor explanation
Attended to;
No appeal is heard above the cutting wind
That follows in their wake
Like ICE.
Serve your country in defense of its ... culture?
Defend the indefensible
Send someone to tell
The poet woman's boy
So sorry, Mommy won't be coming back
Shot in the face 3 times
Brought it on herself
For lack of instant obedience
"Not mad at you, man",
Brought it on herself
So sorry
3 times
Not coming back.
So go down, O Patriot
Go down and announce it hard,
Carry it to her 6 year old son.
Wear his face in your heart
Frozen in unbounded grief
To the day you die
And they put you
On ICE.
Here, have a spectacle.
As suspected it's devoured in manner so predictable.
Still hand reared, full force fed all poison is delectable
Consumed, perpetual puppet shows punch drunk and dependable.
As long as you are at the other's throats you're indefensible.
We thank you all for losing, such an effort is commendable.
Oops, another table scrap.
Shackled to the catalyst you don't shy from the strap.
Push or pull it matters not, either ways a trap.
Keep those hands around those necks, wilfully you snap.
Very good, aren't you clever climb onto my lap.
You look tired but you're not awake so haven't earned a nap.
I will not forget the day that evil came,
One clear and sunny morning in September.
Terrorists attacked with cruel hatred,
A tragic day that we must all remember.
I will not forget the day the towers fell.
Planes used as bombs, by madmen, took them down.
A sunny day transformed by destruction,
Shell-shocked citizens wept as they came down.
I will not forget the heroes of Flight Ninety-three,
Who, though they lost their lives saved many more.
With resolve and a mighty roar: "Let's Roll!"
They thwarted an attack of D.C.'s core.
I will not forget the first responders,
Who raced to the scene of devastation.
Searching for survivors they were relentless,
Some gave all in stirring dedication.
No, I will not forget September eleventh,
The day that evil came and left its ugly mark,
A day filled with vile death and destruction
A day so indefensible and dark.
A critical ally that rears and screams,
Only to extend this metaphysical play.
Where time becomes both friend and foe,
And when a shortfall leads to delay.
Realistically, the battleground is for truth,
That is far beyond the politically correct.
Where the roots of such a grand deceit,
Can be pulled & torn apart, not used to deflect.
While the illusion is indefensible, soldiers
Dig-in with offensive rhetoric they announce.
As if a child, throwing sticks and stones,
Can find some victory, while they denounce.
This conflict is simply a war of words . . .
Although explosions grow as they employ.
Yet when the carnage is looked upon in the
Aftermath, did the damage also destroy?
If we view this dramatic tragedy, with open
Eyes and critical thinking, utmost . . .
We just might rebuild this fragile democracy,
And avoid an antiquated, republican provost.
SMART MAN
Who can tip over the water jars of the heavens
when the dust becomes hard
and the clods of the earth stick together?
Job 38:37b-38 NIV
SMART MAN
Smart man, God gave
you hands - to fill a water jug,
to sprinkle the garden.
Who has bought powdered water,
wrung out the rain from a cloud,
picked the dewdrops, like petals
from the sky? Smart man, who?!
Smart man, who turns to dust
after one hundred years,
who waters your grave, after
the mourners walk away?
How heavy, the water jars
of heaven? The angels huge
with wings, kick them over
at God’s command, not man’s.
Are we just clods, that stick
together. We are set to flight
only at the Lord’s command,
indefensible. Our tongues
cannot stick out to catch
a rain that does not exist.
Resist the Lord, smart man?
Is he not a friend? Is he not
the living water, the living end?
6/21/2022
In defence of Donald Trump
How does one write about the indefensible? A person, so vulgar brass and
egocentric lusting for power; Yes, I think of Donald Trump, the impossible.
Why is it after being banned by the press and Twitter, he is now more popular
than ever before, it is, I think, because he speaks the language people understand
He knew his enemy and how to appease them by putting the embassy in Jerusalem
get the Israeli off his back, knowing how much power in America they yielded.
But Israel got a whiff of his thinking of them press betted on another horse,
America first, the Americans living away from Washington Get it and will vote for
him at the first opportunity.
The majority of true Americans are not stupid; they know the reality of being prisoners
of Washingtons Jewish influence, America first, is a rallying call to make people free
of the poisonous influence of Israel.
They know this, the people of the plains, the prairies of America are not free before
the land is free of the occupations of the true America.
The statement of valediction was given
But nobody ever attended the farewell
Left me like maim indefensible
The sense of tranquility was never there
But watching you fall-asleep
Made my insomniac nights serene
The process of forgetting was always hard
But remembering you was gratuitous
Placed melancholy to me
The connotation of love was blur
But that glare of your eyes
Framed me in infatuation
Difficult and thorny mission is defend the indefensible...
If no lawyers will take a case,
Because lies they won't embrace
How can they defend anyone
When they know in advance what they have done
If anyone is indefensible
How can a Lawyer defend?
Lawyers are not indispensable.
Their careers can quickly end.
It's a waste of time and money,
To take a guilty man to court.
It can cause more corruption,
Especially if a Lawyer can be bought,
As some can,
And the lies told free a guilty man
It seems a foregone conclusion,
When a person is as guilty as can be.
That they go to prison
Or plead insanity.
Echo
A web waves in the warm breeze,
caught between ancient wooden struts,
indefensible, beneath an empty seat.
It splays to breaking point;
fine-knit, like a fibre-glass veil;
delicate strength resisting air.
Behind, purple bell-shaped blooms bow their heads in unison,
deferring to the weight
of a sprinkler’s misty jet,
that fans out in the shape of victory.
But it is not these shimmering droplets
that crystallise quietness;
nor the opaque haze,
as heat warps the scene into film;
it is not even the web, hanging on, precarious,
like angel-hair, suspended,
where even one breath might fracture the whole.
My quiet distils
to single drips
echoing inside a hollow barrel,
like an insistent broken tap
in a sleeping house at midnight,
incessantly filling night’s spaces
until dawn arrives again.
There is nothing chivalrous about a sniper.
In days of yore, when the rain did pour;
Inside an inn, they spoke of was and when.
Even then their present was defined by their history,
As they prepared to march off to war again.
With muddied boots, we stomp on those which we call our enemy.
With feasts of meat and ale and fruit, we happily fill our bellies.
We raise the roof with our own self-importance.
We sing of past deeds and of how the battles were won.
Where we once used swords so chivalrously,
Now we fight each other using any surreptitious means;
Instead of swords, now we use guns.
Will we ever learn to end these battles
We insist on having with our fellow humans?
We are righteous in our reasoning, never mind the consequences.
If I am stood before God and He asks me to defend humanity;
Humanity shall stand alone; indefensible and defenceless.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Parental desperation
is the dreadful flee bidden cause
Children separation
is the inhumane quarantine effect
Trying to cross the sovereign divide
is narrow mindedly viewed, by more than a few,
as a pestilent travel venture
Ill will is the chilling, unhealthy reception
The uncivil solution: Create an insane policy
for poor souls seeking asylum
Man-made designation is an animal control way station,
(also known as) Borderline K-9 Cages
See the perennially sad puppy eyes
laying fetal prone on the morgue cold, concrete floors
Watch the waning wag of the tongues,
their thirst for freedom dying behind iron bar doors
National psychotic behavior is borderline criminal,
keeping children in cages is morally indefensible
Diamondback mutes devolving into what?
Mental worms turning into heartless slugs!
Children developing separation psychosis
is a lonesome doggone shame
K-9 kids were never meant to be raised in cages,
yet no one wants to bear the blame
But many of the kennel keepers
have gotten so inured to the ear-piercing, borderline pain
And the womb-ripped parents
are never told where the aborted-trip children were taken
I’m trying to be respectable by being undetectable,
But my words are indefensible,
It’s regrettable yet incredible,
That I can’t see past the second hand,
This isn’t how my life was planned,
Another junkie for the damned,
Another soul that’s slammed and scammed.
You sit up in your fancy houses,
With your 2.4 and trophy spouses,
While I’m sleeping rough with dogs and louses,
Pimps and hookers cutting ounces.
Your judgement oozes from the street,
It’s stench it drenches sickly sweet,
Condemning me to taste defeat,
At the hands of your sacred elite.
I’ll burn your book and eat your apple,
Sodomise Eve inside your chapel,
Teach the truth while you all grapple,
Amongst yourselves like a desperate rabble.
Because I’m the truth of all your teachings.
I’m the result of a millennial of preachings,
The result of progress here I am,
Look upon your modern man.
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