As supposedly told by Michael Fanone, Capital Police Officer
A bit of snow melted on the ground
as the crowd gathered loudly around
Their leader liked the boisterous noise
especially intrigued by Proud Boys.
An ordinary, cold-weather day
with flags and banners in proud display
Their leader said, "fight" and so they fought
a sadder day, I'd have never sought.
Jan.6 promoted as Best Rally
and will ever be one to tally
the Police wounded and those who died
as the leader's warriors stormed inside.
I fought today in stunned disbelief
I was filled with the worst kind of grief
for it was our countrymen we fought
against iron rods and sprays they had brought
The floor was slick with everyman's blood
the very floor where Abe Lincoln stood
the law-makers ran as the walls shook
No word came, as leader chose to look.
They searched and searched for VP Mike Pence
to hang for he obeyed law and sense
But the next time may ring the war's bell
and Democracy die--time will tell.
If I live a thousand or more years
time won't dry the hundreds of my tears
I've shed since our country's fateful day
hate and anger ensure that they stay.
I am the innocent prisoner,
I am not a criminal practitioner,
I am the mercy petitioner,
I am against all sinners,
But they say, "I am the greatest offender",
Help me out, Oh! My creator,
Never ever leave me, Oh! Generator,
I am alone, "who knows myself better"
Other doubts me and needs lie detector,
They consider me as a legal defaulter.
I ask you, Oh! My script writer,
Whom should I complain for this blunder?
"Trust the evidences " Says all law makers,
That's Why I am considered as a bad creator,
I know the time is the best healer,
It is the true pathfinder,
May one day time would be in my favour,
May One day the nature become the true narrator,
To give judgement in my favour,
Someday God will listen to my prayers,
And will declare me as an innocent among all sinners,
Please don't forget" I am the innocent prisoner".
The magic of the pen
The pen got powers
It creates from the direction
Of it ink
Through the hands of the holder
From the deep of the heart comes
The control of it magic
It is some were more than
The guns or bullets
It is so magical
It is also a prove of sense
The magic of the pen
It so sad how it is a tool
Blessed but a curse in the
Hands of criminals
The pen is magical
But not on the hands of
Thieves
Not on the hands of the greedy
Not on the hands of politicians
No not on the hands of the highest
In command in Africa
Not in the hands of our law makers
Down town
But magical on a honest brave heart
On this hands with the pen
Lies the signal of the hand writing
Of God
They make the pen
So magical with a revelation
Only based on truth
That is the magic
Of a real pen
I grew up believing America is so great
Only to learn that its people live in a divided state
So many innocent loved ones dying at an alarming rate
Why won't congress put assault weapons on their plate
For grieving families, it's much too late
Why must the American people have to wait
For lawmakers to get it straight
Special interest money opening the flood gate
Politicians playing with the innocent's fate
Backsliding always allowed to skate
The American people need to dictate
Our solution that wipes Washingtons slate
On how we govern our states
To ban assault weapons that only devastate
So we can decelerate and no longer tolerate
All of these shooters twisted hate
By letting our lawmakers know we will terminate
Sending our message we won't allow them to negotiate
This epidemic sending our loved ones to heavens gate.
The advancement of a law that spins
People into a tizzy for reasons maybe unknown even to themselves
Might make sense to professional, arrogant, all-knowing law makers
or lawyers but maybe not so much sense to us regular folks
The evolution of life and humanity is such that we seem to demand
forever after rules, maybe even deeming them necessary as we overpopulate ourselves to a choking degree and kill our planet by not taking care of it with any thought at all.
But are all of these written rules for other folks truthfully
necessary, or just a way for pompous self-appointed
aristocrats to make a name for themselves by making
yet another silly law?
The order from above
in my country
when you are hold up
in the hands of the
law makers
guilty or not guilty
in most case
don't matter
once there is
the order from above
the order from above
in my country
when two hands
becomes one
with the iron lock
banding them both
like a victim
you are not expected
even just to speak
especially when it involves
the order from above
the order from above
in my country
when one is
hold down
beaten blue and black
eyes swollen with
the sight of darkness
by the laws keepers
that never want you
to retaliate or even
has a say to the very
brutality they impose
on you
is a pity you can't do
nothing
absolutely nothing especially
when it involves
the order from above
the order from above
this order has killed
us in high ratios
this order has destroyed
a lot brave one
who truthful stands
for true justice
of the poor masses
who are the innocent
victims of a brutal
regime
this order look like
the orders of the devil
cos it always rains
brutality on our life's
we always have no say
and we are nothing
especially when it involves
the order from above
I declare today
That my body is my body.
No government entity, private citizen,
Or business public or private
Has any rights
Or permission to use,
Abuse,
Regulate,
Deregulate,
Confiscate
Obliterate,
My body.
Law makers and religious shakers
I petition no takers.
My appendages are mine
I choose their destiny
I choose their function
Their purpose
I choose.
I enter no contract
I obay no edict
My flesh is mine
I enter in consensual unions
Without compromise
Without permission
From the state
From the clergy
From any finger pointer or tongue wager.
I declare today
From a starting point of now
Until my end
That my body is my body
I will defend my flesh
My growth
My every carbon
From those who wish to dominate
Regulate
Seek to enlist the state
I am not a part of any collective thought
Nor am I unionized by fear
That wilfully drives to steer
Anything that can be bought
By sanction, or divinity, or code.
I declare today, all days
That my body is not yours
No one shall limit
My abuse or use or purpose
I will not obey
I so declare today.
Speak Street
Written by: D. Collins 12/16/14
To law enforcement, law makers, and all knowledgeable men.
There’s a universal language everybody understands.
It has no talking points, nor use for keywords.
It doesn’t beat around the bush, and, is never scared.
There’s consensus in every corner of the globe.
Speak street to people, they’ll come into the fold.
It creates the willingness to communicate.
And, brings down the barriers that causes hate.
Speak street to people before bringing out the tanks.
Give the people reason to give the system thanks.
Stand before them and look them eye-to-eye.
Ask them why they march? They will tell you why.
Alongside the action, mindsets have to change.
Until all are equal, life won’t be the same.
Black mothers are tired of seeing their sons die.
They’ve seen so much pain, there are no more tears to cry.
Nigeria of my dream
Where citizens shall
work selflessness to
improve the country.
Our dance steps
shall not be counted
by others,
Citizens will be
ready to die for
their country.
The law makers shall
abide by the law.
Police shall be our
friend and enemy
Friend, to defend us
from evil,
Enemy, to punish us
when we go against
the law.
Nigeria of my dream,
Where the scream of
up NEPA will ceased.
World class hospital
shall in the heart
of nigeria
Could it be
possible?
Hope, hope, i said
hope and faith.
Prostitution on the
street shall stop.
The legislature
become a watchdog to
the judiciary,
and the Judiciary a
watchdog to the
executives.
The press shall be
given freedom
And the weak
protected, make
stronger.
Law makers are not complete in themselves so law is always incomplete, ask them
There are no excuses
For the mess in our world
The reasons for wars
Leaves my head in a whirl.
Why cant we live in peace
Why do we have to fight
There are no excuses
For not getting it right.
Our law makers
Should hide their head
The shame of their decisions
Leaving people dead
We send our boys to fight
A cause we don't yearn
What excuse do we give
When they don't return
They die heroes what a farce
They gave their lives for an excuse so sparse.
.......... No more excuses ,too late ,they're dead..........
http://www.4shared.com/video/eNj23hWj/NO_EXCUSES.html
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Gun control has caused
Ridiculous posturing
By some law makers
There are no excuses
For the mess in our world
The reasons for wars
Leaves my head in a whirl.
Why cant we live in peace
Why do we have to fight
There are no excuses
For not getting it right.
Our law makers
Should hide their head
The shame of their decisions
Leaving people dead
We send our boys to fight
A cause we don't yearn
What excuse do we give
When they don't return
They die heroes what a farce
They gave their lives for an excuse so sparse.
.......... No more excuses ,too late ,they're dead..........
https://www.dropbox.com/s/26kg6b795ydr1qn/NO%20EXCUSES.wmv
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