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IN AND OF A NATION IN ANOTHER CRISIS
It has often been said, “America is an experiment in democracy.”
If this is so—and it seems to be—the nation is in deep septic trouble.
Today's mad dog-political moniker can no longer be considered a joke;
For America, in its present day political experiment in democracy,
Has truly gone mad—tearing the nation apart—due to today’s POTUS,
And his chosen agents of abject bigotry, hate, racism, and inequality:-
Indeed, the demonizing of the innocent to rationalize ethnic-based injustice,
Has become a Hitler-like tactic that has proven its negative-good desire
In gaining power in a modern-day Frankenstein-styled political exploitation:-
Today’s rabid hit men/women are no strangers, and their numerous backers—
In allowed constitutional irregularities—freely carry out actions of injustice
And coded domestic terrorism, painfully canvassing a demonic mosaic
Of a once proud nation, now politically grieving in a demeaning crisis:-
How long, America, shall it be before this nation becomes inoculated against
The viral infection of apathy that has taken on a corona-like endurance,
Mesmerizing us with daily Breaking News streams of a falling nation?
Pray tell—God’s will being done—the answer will truly be, “Not long!”
May we soon wake up—all of us—with amazing grace, realizing that
What’s happening here today, is a no-soon-to-go-away nightmare!
Rather, it is a living reality of our modern-day Babylonian tribulations:-
Thus, in enlightening awareness, let us be in divine wisdom’s guidance;
And in working labors of hope, let us now, forever be spiritually energized
In our renewed pursuit to ensure—as in the past—the resurrection of justice:
As in the past, let’s make it clear that for every Babylon, there’s a New Jerusalem:-
In 539 BCE, King Cyrus the Great – a Persian, conquered Babylon and issued the decree that permanently altered the trajectory of Jewish civilization. Jews were released from their 70-year Babylonian exile. The Edict of Cyrus permitted the Jews to return to Jerusalem, rebuild the Temple, and reconstitute their national life in the land from which they had been torn. In 2026, during the holiday of Purim (it commemorates the salvation of the Jewish people from a genocide plot in ancient Persia), the Jews are returning the favor.
An ancient debt to be repaid
Not loan, a mortgage or a tax
A sacred deed, it once has made
Kings’ most worthy, noblest acts
From bondage freed the Jewish tribe
Exiled in fiendish Babylon
To Cyrus Great it is ascribed
Two and a half millennia's gone
They came home, Jerusalem town
Rebuilt the temple with his gold
In Zion prayed to be around
All through the ages and not fold
The Persian king, his act adored
Messiah to the folks he saved
But now his nation chained by horde
Been half a century enslaved
The time comes, a rare bet
Bring freedom back as gratitude
An eagle of Israeli jet
In Persian skies is being viewed
Be gone, macabre killing ghouls
Enough of you, may freedom reign
Iran, live by your own rules
And may this war not be in vain
Two modern clans of olden spark
Awaiting moment of handshake
Surviving through the times of dark
And both hoping for a break
March 6, 2026
Come on big men of the world
You that owe the power
You have already had much money
To move on soldiers
You have already had much gold
To feel stronger
You have already had luxury palaces
To live comfortably safer in
And fields, ground, soil, trees,
Rivers, lakes and seas.
You have taken in everything your eyes can see to the horizon.
But do you really believe that your power will last forever?
Don’t you remember Ramses the Third,
Cyrus of Persia,
Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar
Alexander the Great,
the emperor Augustus
and all the kings of the past up to Napoleon?
You’re now inventing new richness made of nothing
You’re exploiting the soil under its surface
And even you’re searching for more in the universe
Still cheating the poor!
Listen to the voice of the poet men of power:
don’t never forget
for whom God created all the things of the world!
A furious Bush gave an urgent speech at the UN Headquarters
demanding that they must search beneath the Babylonian
soil and bring proof of any hidden nuclear weapon;
Brian Haw, as many, honestly believed that there were none...
why didn't Blair and Golden believe his words?
Soon Iraq was invaded and bombarded and as night got colder,
frequent explosions lit up the blackest sky of the Middle East,
but they did not kill Saddam: the bearded, tyrannical beast....
he would be found in a filthy bunker with a limited supply of food and water;
why did he flee and hide into that unlivable hole like a persecuted priest?
His execution was horrendous, but justice was done for his crimes
and whether he had nuclear weapons and later dismantled them in secret
to avoid sanctions and alienation: one thing is for certain he's no longer a threat;
he was loved by some, but hated by many...was his power based on lies?
An angry president was appeased, but a defeated tyrant had to meet a horrible fate!
Life as we know it makes no sense if we have no choice
So what is the alternative and do we have a voice ?
The world is spinning out of control with violence and death all around
And the Republican presidential candidate is a racist media hogging clown
Everything is off kilter and while I sit and contemplate
What is my alternative and what will be my fate?
How do I sing songs of joy when chaos is on the rise?
How do I survive a Babylonian society and keep my eyes on God's prize?
In the midst of perversity and immoral behavior
My only alternative is to stay connected to Jesus my Savior
When I see a white man kill nine African Americans in a church
And after arrested given a bullet proof vest
Yet when an ex-military black man kills five white cops
He's blown up I feel such unrest
Over the injustice and the inequality that is occurring every day
Over 123 black men killed this year what more is there to say
What is the alternative? What is it that we need to do?
What is the alternative? As a nation we need to seek truth
I don't condone Mr. Johnson's behavior
but I understand where he's coming from
Too many young unarmed black brothers
Killed by white police guns
So what is the alternative?
What as a nation do we realize?
That racism is alive and well and killing blacks is on the rise
What is the alternative?
How do we bring about true change?
It's time for white Americans to stop acting like we're deranged
We are Americans too my people have been here over 400 years
Yes we were once slaves but let me make this clear
We are no longer your property
We are no longer your chattel
Stop killing and slaughtering my people
Like they're mindless cattle
So what is the alternative?
It's time we all develop a true relationship with God
And hopefully be infused with a Christlike love
And true compassion in out hearts
THAT IS THE ALTERNATIVE
Fatima was always dressed up fittingly as any occasion called for
Today one might call her a performance artist but she was
A hippie and child of God always good for some drama though
Was not taken seriously in the reviews in the Paradise Gazette
All she wanted was to be seen as playful serene and sophisticated
First thing it were dates that started the show in the garden
And she had never performed in the nude let alone seduced
She played Hamlet and Noah Mephistopheles and Juliet
Let her hair down to climb down from Babylonian towers
Her repertoire was enormous and to her chagrin so was her bust
‘They always look at my bosom and never hear a word that I say
Fake voyeuristic news and when things go wrong I get the blame’
She was made for the stage in the Big Apple not dated palms’
Tried olives but they were too small and peaches far too symbolic
Bananas were phallic and there was no couch in the garden
‘Fatima at her best again a gorgeous woman with forbidden fruit
But she covers up and her sidekick Mohamed bears the cost
She must reveal more of her natural talent and not hide her loins’
Her mountain quivered in disgust of the lecherous media and
Pressed for fame she developed a different plot with a twist
‘Mohamed let’s be traditional and awaken the punters with apples
We could juggle and whenever we drop one we’ll take off some clothes
The last one with fancy knickers gets to skin the snake as a prize'
High into sensational air they went but could not catch the globes
It was not divine as such but they created the first nudist camp
Once all garments were ripped off the good Lord smiled as they pleased
History must not be falsified and the legend carried on for millennia
Evangelists spread the message and facebook has millions of hits
Finally the audience got a full un-redacted view of naked scripture
Fatima was a transgender man and the serpent had a pearl for an oyster
01st Agust 2019
What is nowadays West, in a moment of relaxation
While you wait for the green on a crossroad:
Impressions dissolve in stuffiness, preceding rainfall,
Although there are no other signs of rain.
Poor Jim Morrison, the whole generation
Of melancholic, alco-dependant kids
Was growing old, listening in awe to his invocations.
He clearly stated the west is the best,
We quickly and joyfully surrendered,
Puffing rings, bowing languidly to the rhythms of the End.
Fortunatelly, my West stays the same, in general
Though compared to Morrison’s time
West may look a bit more Babylonian.
You get clusters of towers, mounting up
Which are the cathedrals of Marduk,
Who is the most disguised of all the Gods,
But even he is disclosed
For those who wish to know -
Needless to say, there are very few initiates.
Whereas the majority live in blissful ignorance,
Using those towers like homes,
They elevate up and down, go in and out
Doors revolve every second in perpetual motion.
Tower people are happy about their work and after hours
And whatever else they are happy about in the depths of shallow bustle,
Unbeknownst to themselves, Mardukians
Unknowingly serve their obscure God
Who uses his almighty power
Just for the fun of it, like the other Gods did,
Until their cult passed into oblivion.
The writing is on the wall.
The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement is on the way
It means that there has been a weighing done on the scales of justice
by an impartial God who knows us, and the good or bad we practice.
The writing is on the wall even today, in our ultra modern society
for those who choose critical and independent thinking, instead of piety
for those who deny there is a God, or who simply worship in their own way
for those whose judgemental hypocrisy is super abundantly on display
The writing is on the wall, for all warmongers filled with nationalistic hate
For all those inciting our youth to violence, malevolent voices that resonate
The writing is on the wall, for those who say good is bad, and that bad is good
and for those who kill the innocent child, it's well deserved and understood.
Writing on the wall comes from the Bible Daniel chapter 5 where the Babylonian King is judged by God's handwritten cryptic message on the wall. The prophet Daniel interprets the writing and the King was killed and replaced that same evening. Consequently the expression the writing on the wall portends judgement and destruction.
John Derek Hamilton
April 19, 2016
The new education system
In truth it’s meant to twist ‘em
Into something that
A child ain’t meant to be
It steals their precious playtime
Corrupts their daily timeline
It heralds a New World Order
Insidiously
It takes more, than just one man
In their evil global plan
To change the hearts
And minds of every nation
Go steal their freedom surely
Go get them nice and early
Warm their hearts with
Your home-grown indoctrination
Must we first lose our Jesus Christ
For to herald their new Zeitgeist
By the tearing down
Of each religious border
When the zeitgeist that is prevalent
Is intent on being malevolent
Then firstly friend
Comes chaos out of order
The church it changes readily
A Dove becomes a Vulture
A wolf within sheeps clothing
Finds an ease, in changing culture
Evolved from one-time pagan ways
Our celebrated Holy Days
Iniquitous intent
About to rupture
The Babylonian Talmud
Infused the Sons of Noah
In righteousness find wickedness
From the Qur’an to the Torah
Fraternities and brotherhoods
And secretive societies
Beheadings, drownings, trial by fire
Faiths forced, within their pieties
Gods world, bent to their intention
Bush, signs in Laws of Noahide
Martial Law on the horizon
Stones of Georgia, genocide
A New World Order looms
No empathy nor pathos
One World Religion emanates
An Order out of Chaos
DEAR LORD
I love to please thee, dear lord.
But two worlds in my heart,
Fighting wars…
Daughter of babylon with mini skirt,
Compassed me blinking eye,tattoo on their lower part
Close my inner eye ,less I look at their laps and stumbles,
so I prayed.
I love to be with thee
Lucifer the traitor,finding ways,
Pointing fingers on my soul,
Diverting my attention on needless things,
Closing the eye on the deepest true
Running after Babylonian treasures.
Guide my heart to live alright,
So I prayed..