On our way to a prison out of state
ConAir, the final phase
I was betrayed and now I've been caught
The Kangaroo Court a massive fraud
I can't remember, am I insane?
My mind is blank cause they emptied my brain
I will return, I will be back
I will get my revenge and I will attack
I don't care much about plans and schemes
Don't give a damn about any righteous dreams
All that I do, I do for myself
I never cared for anyone else
Who on earth do you think that you are
Without me you wouldn't have gotten this far
I've had enough of our private war
Why are we fighting, what is it all for?
To right the wrongs and fight the good fight
Living like you just wouldn't be right
I am a leader, I have the skills
Either you leave or you yield to my will
Our strong bond couldn't keep us apart
I always trusted you right from the start
You've been deceived, they're telling you lies
I'm still the same, I'm on your side
I can't believe you gave yourself away
Although it hurts, I will make you pay
Don't understand, can't figure out why
All I know is you have to die!
The only masters of words
are lawyers and politicians,
twisting syllables into chains,
binding the public
with illusions of justice.
International law?
A fragile parchment,
easily burned by power.
The mighty—
America and its allies—
violate it in daylight,
and walk away untouched.
The court that dares to judge them—
a kangaroo court,
mocking its own shadow.
And you, Africa,
you global south,
clinging to Roman-Dutch law,
do you not see?
You punish yourselves
with borrowed codes,
carrying wounds
not written for your soil.
Justice is no relic.
Law should be a river,
flowing with the times,
not a stone wall
blocking progress.
It should shield the weak,
balance the scales,
and light the path
toward a better society.
But in the world of wolves and sheep,
law is but a costume—
a shepherd’s cloak
draped over the wolf’s back,
while the flock dreams of safety,
never knowing
they are already lost.
Into the jungle the ebony puma leaps with joy
lion and tiger eyes inequitable to this boy
illustrious cobra uncoils from a near caca tree
kangaroo court in session in a high degree
enthusiastic mushrooms open on demand
young ferns close up shop in this verdant land
onward and upward chimp says to her cub
understanding jungle survival is a very small club
"Without Within"
It just takes one over-zealous do-gooder
to set the dominos of destruction on a roll
and the war begins
without within
within without
heaven was trampled that day
the kangaroo court had its way
and all dreams were blugeoned to death
heads rolled soaked in blood and revenge
each day the impermanence glitched
to return to poetic permanence
This is how the war begins
within without
without within
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“The darkness you see when you close your eyes is Kali.”
Was the grandest parade of the year
I saw the king's carriage pass by
Then suddenly I started twitching
As dust gathered in my right eye
I was blinking in a panicked mode
And I thought I had been unseen
But the soldier that arrested me
Swore I was flirting with the queen
The mind is racing frantically
With each ticking of the clock
It won't be long 'till they come for me
And lead me to the chopping block
Had my time in a kangaroo court
Where not a single truth was said
In the end the judge's smile was wide
When he declared "off with his head"
They would not bother to hang me high
Nor would they burn me at the stake
Seems everyone wants to see my blood
And watch my headless body shake
The judge then added the final words
"The body will be tied to a horse
And be dragged up and down Main Street"
Epilogue: There is one last thought I contemplate
As I'm writing my final verse
Just what would my fate have come to be
If I would have done something far worse
From the look of things
the WH needs two new wings
One, the home of a kangaroo court
the other to house a jail of sorts
___________________________
WH = White House
My role is not to lead
Rather to simply lead the heard
back to the pack
And answer whatever ludicrous questions
should anything at all go wrong
The ensuing kangaroo court once
in session propose in summation to
offer up
As all they need is someone to blame and
any old patsy will do
So long as they have a functional neck
too place inside the hangman's noose
Then everyone's a winner here there are
no losers
Sorry apart from yes the sacrificial lamb.
Who come on really does anyone give
a damn about
I have defined Meditation
As Prayer of Hesitation:
Time-Claiming Conversation
With Solver of Protestation,
Not Near Human for being Divine,
Though you might speak like you drank Vine;
Samuel-Seeking Faint Syllables,
Hannah’s Ear-Disturbing Babbles:
Eyes of one staring at nothing,
Lips tightly asking for something:
More charged than Prayer in Wattage
And by far fiercer in Voltage...
A Peter under lock and key
From Bars to be hanged on a tree,
Upon release Kangaroo Court,
Where they would him judge as long sought
And next face Herod’s Cold Murder,
When they have Guards given Order…
It’ll have to be Meditation!
In-The-Spirit Recitation!
Maximum-Level Quiet Time!
To Peter make Slippery Slime!
Our Political Divide
Miracle Man Opinion
6/17/2022
Each time a problem, of any kind, rears its head,
the establishment quickly looks for someone to blame.
Efforts should be directed toward problem solving instead,
but one party or the other goes all out to disclaim.
No matter what happens it’s the other party’s fault,
they’ll appoint a commission and hold kangaroo court.
Then ravage each other with a constant verbal assault,
while distorting the truth, to the media they resort.
Some wonder why many politicians aren’t respected,
they're adept at speaking from both sides of their mouth.
They cover their backsides and the people are oft neglected,
while our country is invaded by those from the south.
“When they call the roll in the senate,
the senators do not know whether to answer “present” or “not guilty.”
Theodore Roosevelt
Coronavirus Down Under
Was caused by a major blunder
A kangaroo court
Supported cavort
Spreading the virus asunder
Swings and hides in the kangaroo court.
The bulldog drops him with one report.
He struggles and fights to stay on his feet.
His fancy footwork skips every beat.
Bob and weave, stick and move.
He floats like a kangaroo with no groove.
Pathetic and weak and nothing original.
He hides in the bush like an aboriginal.
Come on sparky, show me something new.
Are you tired of the bulldog beating you black and blue?
A kick in the rear is what you need.
Your sorry punches are lacking speed.
You think you’re cool with your big mouth.
True north is where I am. You’re going south.
You’ve got no power to your punch.
This Bulldog eats Kangaroos for lunch.
Pursued by a kangaroo click
The girl jumped on her pogo stick
Flashing her tush
Out in the bush
It was over pretty damn quick!
Judging Others…
whimsical law?
It is a kangaroo court,
and the clowns have just arrived.
Dressed in suits and ties,
eating pies.
They think they know best,
they have been put to the test.
Liars on fire…
every “one”.
Taking care of a tiger,
that eats cheese crackers…
for breakfast,
can be dangerous.
to you…
and to others.
You are stupid,
with your wishes…
that make fishes die.
You are selfish,
with your demands.
You do not care.
you dare,
to be first,
until the last,
and then fast…
you find,
your hair on fire,
and you are begging
for relief…
from the very
thing, you wanted,
more than life…
itself!
Kissed and betrayed by one of his own disciples,
Captured and arrested at the Garden of Gethsemane,
Rushed off in the darkness of night as his disciples scattered,
Led away worst than a common criminal to a Kangaroo court,
He was all alone without rules or rights, counsel or attorney at law.
With or without representation, his outcome of guilt was predictable.
His words of defense were non-existent because his time had come to die.
The total words that Jesus spoke were few, but his love for us was huge.
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You just can’t trust ‘em,
your best interest ain’t in their best interest
They got Gethsemane garden secrets to sell
Escargot Iscariot is a Sadducee delicacy
that got a fishy smell
Being a fisher of men
is a dangerous occupation
Spiritualizing carnal minds
can put you in a perilous situation
Councils with Roman collaborator desires,
search always for the weak link
Filthy lucre cheese promises
temptingly sniffs out a rat-fink
A gospel life is always in doubt
when you’re being hemmed in by a sellout
Midnight raids,
being secretly led away
Liberty fades,
kangaroo court charade
You just can’t trust a dirty inside man,
your best interest is gonna be usury betrayed
So many Galilee succulent secrets to sell
Escargot Iscariot is a Pharisee delicacy
that got a fishy smell
Fighting against righteous fishers of men,
is gonna put you on a slave boat straight to hell
Being sold out by a sellout
is a winsome sow
that will reap a beautiful reward
Heaven is what every Christian be always talking about
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