In gilded halls where oil flows deep,
The people toil, the royals reap.
Voices muffled, dreams erased,
Truth walks veiled, and fear is laced.
A pen once bold, a voice so clear—
Khashoggi spoke, then disappeared.
"Even princes taste the whip,"
He warned before they sank his ship.
The riches lie in chosen hands,
While common blood dries in the sands.
A crown of gold, but hearts of stone—
No justice lives beneath this throne.
But silence cracks beneath the strain,
And storm-clouds gather in the plain.
For tyranny, no shield can keep
When waking lions cease to sleep.
One spark, one cry, one final shove—
And kings may fall from skies above.
What’s built on fear cannot survive
When truth and fire come alive.
A cartoon
he flies over cities
saving the world
from reality
Child abuse
200,000 dead
humongous tariffs
concentration camps
money laundering with Russians
el fato dictator with out the tator
laughing stock
trillions of debt
science denied
witches in the Whitehouse
grabbing privates cause he brags
he can , he can touch your cans
no mathematician
yet good at division
the urinator of ignorance
the bankruptcy King
Khashoggi tried to expose the evil
Saudi Prince bids Trumps carnal desires
in the Turkish bathhouse of politics
dark secrets chopped up in death
Pink Floyd told you
pigs can fly
and you had your doubts
No more doubts
the orange man
a Nazis re incarnation
wrapped in the confederate flag
saving no one
A murder committed either by a king or a beggar condemned is by our Lord the same!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 November 2018
* While the murder of the Washington Post journalist, Jamal Khashoggi, according to the CIA was ordered by a high upstanding individual of the Saudi family, efforts are made to cover it up.
I wait for my love
Looking at the building for the tenth time
She sighs, then snicker to herself
In expectation of the million surprises
life and her love
Would swing then spring
As she awaits her love
Humming for our love
I vision a million places
As l viewed the passing faces
Fixated only on my love
I faxed my care and kisses
Prayed on my hands and knees
Passionate for your return
I ache with pain
I sob and strain
Stretching and scanning
For your promised return
With every tickling seconds
Pacing into minutes
Pounding into hours
I begin to rave
As l began a hate
Of every thought of loosing you
My world is chilly
my words becomes still
I rage then wave
To the moving world
Screening the movie
My world has become
As l await my love
With his promised return
Dedicated to Khashoggi fiancee 2018
When
A King’s Bullet
Explodes
And rips your flesh
And you,
A reporter
A protester
A man
A woman
Or a child
Crumples
To the street,
Do not despair.
It is where
You fell,
There
On that spot,
That
Tomorrow,
Two more will stand
And after that,
Three
And then
The nation’s flag
Shall be planted
And
One day,
It shall
Be you
Who stands again,
Though as a statue,
Marking the time
And place
Where
The bullet
You took,
Was the one
That killed
The King.
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