thank you
you have found
red ink industries
it's what it is
racist
that word is where i
am not with you
whoever you are
your not out there
this world exists also
a world above
and able to come down on you
the reality of freedom
has terms
not conditions
Imaginative idealists, Inez, Ian and Inkwell Ida
Illustrious industrious iguanas from Fiji Fida
Invited intelligent Ivan to invest in indigo ink in coveted China
Industries in Indiana, Iowa, Illinois and Idaho
Indicated to Inez, Ian and Ida this was the way to go
Informing ideal initial investors from Froffits
To imagine their insane ideas initiating profits
MANIFESTO
Three words inscribed on a bullet
Finger on a trigger ready to pull it
This system that does not concede
Free healthcare at the point of need
Or each citizen having their own say
Then they express in their own way
It’s politically influential Big Pharma
That have a different kind of karma
Money not blood, is the circulation
Feeding each medical organisation
Donations keeps it just the way it is
Even when retribution begins to fizz
With certainties like death and taxes
Just where now indeed is that evil axis
Industries may be considered corrupt
As insurance fees are simply upped
What does it really take to lift the lid
Pushing the poor down the pyramid
Social medicine is seen as communist
The truth is diverted and then missed
It’s not capitalism in everyone’s sights
Or choosing to distort human rights
But money makes the world go round
Despite extortion often being found
Yet murder cannot justify a murder
Even in a kind of government purdah
A message has been sent, to be sure
Remember ‘Sicko’ by Michael Moore
And now the sense of injustice grows
From the words, Deny Defend Depose
Data captured devices compromised
severe fret what’s next identity theft
cybersecurity risk cyberattack finally
power threats wire money now to
release your data life as you once
knew is oblivion the feeling of unsafe
out of control unauthorised access
to personal information encrypted files
cell phones are melted laptops humming
cell towers confused victims removing
replacing sim cards while watching
documents photos of loved ones
vanish into a vault marked national
publications data breach factories
farms industries ceases production
hospital systems crash patients are
given the wrong medications wrong
surgeries sudden death planes fall
quickly from the sky vanishing control
towers compromised chaos technical
glitches global hostage situation FBI
scrambles the uncertainty allows
for panic what is safe in America a
warm blanket apple cider cherry pie
God bless America
Quote: We've got to pause & ask ourselves, how much clean air do we need? By: Lee Iacocca
Before local air pollution control boards our skies were filled with dense smoke
“Imagine hanging your white sheets outside to dry and coming home to find them covered in soot,”
Rules and regulations arrived along with the awareness that we need clean air
in order to live
Before public education on clean air there were no experts to tell it like it is
Today we have the undeniable fact that we were killing our planet and our lungs.
Since the arrival of Covid we are more aware than ever of how our air, can make us or break us.
Go green and breathe clean they say. Who's responsibility is it anyway, the factories, the industries of progress, ...us ?
"Clean air isn't exactly found at the local five and dime store.
Do you part to stop pollution and join CASANZ.
They believe in healthy air for all.
If you value your lungs and breath then, don't stall.
In the rust belt loss of work is felt
as industries went overseas..
Bill's, Jane's and Bob's now pining
for jobs to support their families needs.
Good jobs are such a rarity and people here
don't want charity, so send us some good
companies please!
That circular object that brought revolution,
That, like greased bearings, made human labor easy;
Like machines many, this made its contribution,
The times to change and the cultures to be breezy...!
Carts moved fast; war chariots advanced gorgeously,
This brought out, in agriculture, green whirl, and twirl;
Windmills functioned smoothly; crafts grew enormously,
Spaces grew near as in cars and bikes it did swirl...!
Automobiles, trains, streetcars, wagons, farm machines,
Wheels, like Oxygen, are at work in everything;
In Industries, like nutrients, wheels are sure means,
In quality and quantity richness they bring...!
With the movement of time, the wheel too moves gladly,
Cultures, vivid, join hands with the wheel comradely...!!!
woven polypropylene bags continue to serve as an integral part of the global supply chain, ensuring the safe and efficient transportation and storage of goods in diverse industries.
Nature i am sorry
Sorry
Sorry
So sorry
We humans have eradicated you
Denatured you
Destroyed you
Humiliated you
Taken away you forests
Your flowers
Destroyed your soil
For our houses industries and malls
I am sorry
My mother earth
I am sorry
Ah third term as Prez for Xi Jinpin(g)!
But that apple he may or not win,
There’s always an odd slip
Before a bite and lip,
But if wins, would he be Xi King Pin?
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Happenings | 01.09.2022 | Tongue-in-cheek
Poet’s note: If news reports are to be believed, a lot of suppressed opposition is getting built in China, what with economy not doing well, power shortages, industries in heavy debt, negative GDP, zero tolerance on Covid-19, millions of people under locked down siege, a list is long. Yet, reality in China being what it is, Xi may still win the third term if Party, PLA, Peasants, and Politics continue to support him. This limerick guesses as to how he would be addressed in that case, Xi King Pin?
The mine drowned the holler,
many reallocated
to trailer parks along the Interstate.
The school dwindled,
ran out of children
became a garage for dead trucks,
then a beer barn, then a Meth lab,
bubbling feuds resurfaced -
shotguns aimed at open secrets.
Oxycontin mules crisscrossed cricks.
After the sheriff left with a bag of money
the missing went unreported.
The ‘Craft’
(a legend as ancient as flint arrowheads),
emerged from clapboard covens
ginseng and moonshine were sacrificed
for white powder.
Glocks flourished among the Hummel’s.
Traditions persisted
like red paint on wooden signs.
An outbreak of opaque cottage industries,
led to skins inked with blood oaths.
Old women retreated into the mountains
with their recipes.
Spirals of distant smoke
rose from iron cooking pots,
no one spoke of the children.
Toxic mine runoff
Used in biofuel
As a key ingredient to support
Alternative solutions in areas
Where they exist and are plentiful.
Sustainability and keep a healthier
Future. In mind.
Using our waste to help pretext our
Future. The America of tommorrow
Includes hardwork today.
Learning, teaching and alerting
People of what we are capable of doing.
One industries waste becoming key
Ingredients to other problems.
If fermented fodda can make
The ether cheaper, well let's go the
Fodda and help the corn growers
Recover.
1872 mining laws
In full respect of all
People.
Think, children: what will you tell
your grandchildren when they ask
about Earth--once bursting green
and red and yellow with blossoms
everywhere, and bushes serene
in shadows of lime-colored trees,
with bird songs filling the air?
I hope you'll remember turquoise seas
brimming with life, color dancing on
water, boats with white sails, beaches,
seagulls, sandpipers, whales. Men fishing
creeks, children's splashing feet, sitting
beneath Summer's lush leaves,
making toy boats made of paper.
I know you'll recall purple mountains so tall,
snow-crested peaks of lilac at eveningfall;
inhaling perfumed blossoms and wonder
of pines, you could hear aspens whispering,
jays poking fun, noisy creeks in their run,
deer peeking quickly behind gentle oaks,
a magical potpourri for the mind.
Grandchildren will smile as you gaze out
the window, attempting to find memories
of Earth as it was long ago, before losing
our way in pollution's crazed mind. But now
all she can find: industries' emissions, urban pall,
oceans clogged, forests burned, icecaps gone,
plastics, dust, muck, sun going blind...
toy boats made of paper, bird so.......
forgotten now
Crimson chrome
bitter bone covered
in dust broken
in rust of ages
as industries rage
the sage of the ministry
gathering the storm
lost bits and pieces
from the ages
covers deep
deep dark crimson crust.
The vaccine is here
The day took a long time coming
the night persisted and only moved across the sea
heading for Northern Norway where the night
lasts for months.
The day was grey and in a bad mood showering
streets with rain making dead leaves slippery.
Every café, restaurants are closed, and the local
supermarket closes at one so, if you have not
bought food for Saturday and Sunday bully for you.
If people stay at home, it will reduce contagiousness
but the COVID-19 is not going away when
the lockdown is over it will, like the unseen wind,
go on the attack again.
Russia has a good vaccine as China has, but the big
pharma industries are against it, and they are more
powerful than a mere government.
For us, we just have to sit and wait.
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