1. Agencies are spying.
2. Be alert and aware of surroundings.
3. Bad guys have long arms.
4. Choose wisely between family members and relatives.
5. Cancel unnecessary meetings.
6. Don't go at the same place at the same time again and again.
7. Limit your daily routine activities.
8. Mobiles, mirrors and display screens have eyes and ears.
9. Never trust Police.
10. Swine and pigs call you crazy.
11. Stay away from drugs.
12. Think before you eat and drink.
13. Those who are close to you can betray you.
14. Those who repeat what happen, ki hoya ay, are pretending.
15. Women, kids and beggars are informers.
16. Your colleagues and neighbors aren't your colleagues and neighbors anymore.
17. You are your only friend.
Note. Aqal walon kay liye is me nishaniyan hain.
Lesson. Khon k rishton mein (relatives) me wafa hoti to phir yousuf na bikta.
Written By Abad Ur Rehman Khan ARK
I can tell you of the most infamous thing that happened to me.
It occurred while I was hiding in Sicily.
For persons I should trust, there is always room for doubt.
If offered enough money, that can sell me out.
I loved Apolllonia very much. She was a wonderful wife.
My bodyguard planted a bomb in our car that took her life.
This happened shortly after the death of my brother Santino.
Informers traced the whereabouts of that culprit named Fabrizio.
It was discovered that Fabrizio quickly emigrated away.
He was now dwelling in Brooklyn here in the U.S.A.
I want someone very good to plant a bomb in his car.
When he turns the ignition key, he will not go far.
Based on the novel "The Godfather" by the late Mario Puzo
COVENANT
The mourning of lost souls
The treachery of natural disaster
Brings us before God to ask are we forsaken.
To adjust to ways and will of a greater source,
We go into an intellectual setting to form mentality,
Our voices, we feel, are the only key factors in overcoming what annihilates us.
The sorcerer stands now to devise a plan of spells to bring peace and wisdom amid us.
The people of the village song for a greater harvest in the old days.
The terrorists’ fires
The hate crimes
Henceforth precarious times.
To adjust to the forever changing of minds,
We must choose carefully and construct from within.
Our focus is intelligence.
Our voice must be acknowledged by acumen.
The enforcer of all these truths is a necromancer.
In the old days, the people of the village produced prodigious cognizance.
Eggheads opinionate.
Thinkers investigate.
Mentalities are our way.
We are informers of God.
We are of rightful norms.
We are the people born to construct governments.
We are modern time and divinity.
These are the idyllic years!
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Penned August 15, 2015!
An Alternative View of Iran
Once I was in Iran the Shah ruled and his informers were everywhere.
Then came the revolution, much blood, some of it innocent, into
the streets. USA had kept the Shah in power and crushed democratic
opposition when Mossadegh tried to tame the international oil industry,
he was dumped and the dreadful Shah family returned to power.
As a result of this radical Mullahs took power and we have to live with our
mistake. Yet Iran is more democratic than Israel, they tolerate the Jewish
community there and let them live in peace. Iran today lives under
the shadow the threat of Israel´s nuclear menace, Israel will never accept
any powers those are as equal to hers. It is odd, is it not the sitting Israel
government is using the language of Nazi Germany before it
invaded Poland. I t strikes me that unless we tame Israel and her excesses
she will, deluded as she is, destroy the world as we know it. Yet stupid as
we are we will be on the wrong side of this massacre.
Sudden as thunder they crack in the night,
the boys in the lane leap over fences,
bottles crashing into stone walls,
and bullets whistle with echoing sound.
Political war,
Tribal war,
Gang war.
The boys fight with one another for the release of "the Don"
they rampage in the little town,
and round up all the informers.
Night comes alive,
doors open wide,
then suddenly,
"Lord, someone shot Sammi Joe!"
Lights bang!
and everyone rushes to look at the innocent one
lying peacefully in her pool of blood.
"Sammi Joe is dead!"
Her frightened mother yells.
Gunshots cracking in the night,
smashing glass,
and chiseling walls,
the burning night heat,
people scatter in the street.
Mr. Crow pisses his pants when the boys spot him as the informer
Dragged in the streets,
Crow's face flushed with the wall,
bullets puncture his head.
Further down the road,
the innocents grip tightly to their beds,
trembling,
wondering who will be next.
Bullets dances around the walls,
wailing heightens,
The massacre begins.
Blood washes the street,
dead bodies blocking the gate of the little town.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Queensland hero
Vain-glorious, evil too,
Little Hitler is it you,
Sacking thousands for a lie,
Poor as Spain is his cry,
But Spain owes 50 billion blue?
(We owe twenty seven and sixpenceJ)
Secret watchers dob you in,
Informers tell of your sin,
If you stop for lunch, you do,
Pimp on a Public servant, do you,
Bosses crawler, is your due!
The crawler never wins!
Legal aid gone by decree,
Pay the judge now,
money comes from thee,
Win or lose, dearer for,
The often sacked, poor bloody poor,
What will become of me…
Retarded me, pushed down the tube,
Walked all over, bloody rude,
Caravan parks sold, people dumped,
Handicapped cast out gazumped,
The homeless I include…
A thousand police he does want,
His army to fight the union,
Liberal voters to applyJ
For government or miner grooming,
Better well kept the lie?
Of peaceful time is all we need,
Persecution from the grinning weed,
Evil is as evil do,
Eye 4 eye will get you 2,
YHYW judges the deed…
Don Johnson
Underdog
Could you support the underdog,
Could you take the poor mans part,
Could you support the fat rich hogs,
Yet money it’s all about.
More dollars 4 the super rich,
In a trough 4 piggy’s snout.
Public servants in their thousands,
Sacked, lose their houses have no doubt,
Secret police to watch em,
Crawlers, to dob em in and shout,
(informers encouraged to talk about public servants)
Ex miners Aussie workers,
no job in the mines about,
blacklisted on computer,
overseas worker, take the job no doubt,
is the country still in drought?
So you are the bosse’s crawler,
And you love him just the same,
Will you be a crawler, still,
If he sacks ya, petty lame?
Or a crawler once again.