A Newspaper
Once upon a time, the Guardian was a famous newspaper
it was democratic, to a certain extent, and readers are
invited to give their view, but with moderation and niceness
If not, they would politely ban the regressor
When the paper was famous, it was a bit left-wing, but always ready to see the other point of view
It was pro-Israel, defending Palestinian artists' rights
while overlooking as long as possible, the utter brutality
of Israeli politics against, say, Palestinians
The fact that the Guardian has been able to change is its
ability to alter its stands, yet holding to their journalistic
who are not left-wing, except for some of them who
Thanks to nature and time, they have wings.
Today, the Guardian is no longer a newspaper; it is more
like a color magazine dedicated to true sex stories shies
not away from lesbianism and what we now call gayness
It caters to a younger middle class, employed in, I think
show business, or the media, with titles like TV analyst
Or a researcher of AI, who will one day make all of them
out of work
When I get up in the morning, I drink a cup of coffee and
For entertainment, read the Guardian
We pleaded for our lives
They showed us what death is
In our presence…
Our sisters were raped
Our mothers molested
Our soon to be wives
Deflowered in our korokoro eyes
Despite our muscles
We were rendered incapacitated
They don’t care about our emotions
Thinking we are as heatless as they
A shout earned us slaps
Our loved ones were killed
Right in our presence
Our women forced to practice lesbianism
In the name of pleasure
At their leisure
Our city turned to village
Our roads coloured with our fathers’ bloods
We became boyfriends of deflowered and raped girlfriends
All in the mighty name of war!
Now answer me!
Why war!
Why do we have to fight each other?
Answer me!
Why do we have to kill to satisfy?
Make others sad to be happy
Why do we?
Say no to war!
Say no to conflicts!
Say no to killing!
And let there be peace!
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Some birds flew through air
making a clean hollow path
the sun shifts away
soapy spongy white clouds
wash clear the blue faced bright sky
This is the best time
to write a letter to GOD
on HIS holy THRONE
in HIS great mighty PALACE
visitors are purified.
dear LORD in heaven
the poors are crowned with sufferings
sickness eats our health
our pots are lonely for food
thirst plant weeds in our throats
corruption, here, there
gayism is now a pride
lesbianism grows
our rights are flowing away
look upon us with mercy
Darkness is now light
our hearts are feeding on spikes
tears now bloor our eyes
the righeous men are suffering
evil men are enjoying.
Tankas on tankas
how many shall i so use
to explain my view
which is dying and breathing
save us GOD, fro great darkness.
LOST BATTLE OF HUMANITY
When shall sorrow and pain cease?
Many eyes have seen their eyes,
Life, a lost battle to human race.
Why deal with us in this way, knowing
That the journey is but once and you
Give us no chance to maximaze our gift.
I have travelled round but all I see is vanity,
A world where love hates love, hatred loves hatred
And man to man in holy matrimony.
Woman to woman in lesbianism, this is vanity
And chasing after the wind!
Why so much pains in little?
Soon, the chickens shall have teeth and the
Lizard will develop hair to torture humanity.
Humans has failed the universe, mankind had lost
The battle to control the world.
Lost and miserable are we in this dark forest
Where mothers leave their children naked,
And father, a kind cruel man who thinks
That a little love from him could be taken as
A sign of weakness and he will be push to the ground.
The swift never win the race nor
The man of might wins the battle,
Only grace suports us all; only grace
Single out those who are meant for grace.
Mankind has lost the battle of control over
The world, we chase after the wind.
I'll never forget how
she cornered me
outside the lecture hall
with her downcast eyes,
looking so respectful.
I thought women were
supposed to look
just like that.
I spent evenings in her company.
She made me supper of beans and greens.
Ellen was studying nutrition.
In my mind it wasn't a high profession.
She was a practical person
with concrete attitudes.
But there was a twist to her,
a sadness that called for
my special talents.
Sitting at her table
became a staple of my life.
It was only when I developed
a tenderness toward her that things changed.
She stood at the cabinet drawer
looking for needle and thread.
I came up behind her,
suddenly driven by a gush
of something physiological.
I touched her hand.
She withdrew alarmingly.
Lesbianism was illegal in those days.
Ellen's partner was a butch named Maxine.
She called her Max.
I would be an appearence.
Not my charm
but my availability
made her wait for me.
In the eyes of Allah
Homosexuality is a grievous sin
Even birds and animals
Never do this thing
It is a work of devils
For a gay
There are only two holes
If you think hole is enough
Sex doesn't matter
Whereas girls have three holes
Girls have hairless boobs
That can be sucked
Girls have no beard and mustache
So their face can be licked
A boy and a girl
Can ensure reproduction
That is essential
For existence of mankind
In the future
In Islam
A man can marry more than one girl
Even he can enjoy sex
With sex workers
That’s why
Lesbianism is not a great sin
However
For a lesbian
Although there are artificial cocks
And sperm like things
The original sexual organs
Of a man are much better
Although
Illegal sex is a sin
God never destroy any nation
For enjoying illegal sex
With opposite sex
But God destroy nation
For homosexuality!
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