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Innocence lost
and being ignored
sin destroyed
sickness and little hope
confusion of mind
How can fathers detach so easily?
And who’s minding the children?
Broken homes
absentee fathers long gone
mothers now abandoning them too
or too busy to love and care
child abuse and perversion
What happened to the fathers who say they are men?
And who’s minding the children?
Taught to think of only self
gangs and bloodshed on the rise
early pregnancy and more unwanted babies
disrespect of authority now rampant
they don’t live long anymore
Where are the fathers who plagiarize God’s name?
And who’s minding the children?
Abuse their elderly regularly
violence in dating is now so common
all manner of carnage and misuse
homosexuality embellished and tolerated
emotionally damaged while so very young
Why is daddy nowhere to be found?
And who’s minding the children?
Physically impaired and unhealthy
insolent conduct
drugs annihilating
hidden in prison houses
sleeping in the streets
Wasn’t daddy placed as head?
And who’s minding the children?
Raising themselves
Uneducated
Misdirected
hungry
and full of rage
Where are these fathers who beat their chests?
And who’s minding the children?
I stood still on the top of the mountain
Gazing at the nature's colourful fountain
Wondering what's behind this amazing rainbow
I ventured curiously on to every high and low
The Violet proudly presented the Valiance behind her Royalty.
Indigo proved that Devotion yields Power and Dignity.
Blue demonstrated that Wisdom is the outcome of Stability.
The Prosperity, as Green proved, results from adventure.
The colour of sunshine revealed that Hope fuels Survival.
Orange disclosed the secret behind the joy of Freedom - Commitment.
Red introduced Courage as the guiding force of Self-empowerment.
I extrapolated these rainbow lessons to understand the essence of existence
Then I was amazed to look at every bit of life's radiance
On the other side of the rainbow of mother's love, there was labour.
On the other side of rainbow of success, there was the waterfall of sweat.
On the other side of the rainbow of sweet dreams, there was bloodshed.
On the other side of the rainbow of independent thoughts, there was abuse.
On every facet of life, only one side of colours is typically seen.
But the brushes that paint them are surprisingly umpteen.
God looked down on the sinfulness on earth
what could be done to bring about its rescue
but from eternity past a master plan was devised
God himself came in person of His son most true
Jesus Christ only begotten of the father
fulfilled all the righteousness of the law
displaying the holy character of God
the people were amazed by what they saw
This Christ came to earth to die
to die with a divine purpose in mind
that sinners could receive God's mercy
for the blessed love of God is so kind
Jesus Christ walked the road to Calvary
there He died as His blood was shed
this blood was the price that sin cost
so repenting sinners receive the living bread
On account of the Saviour's bloodshed
the sinner can come back to his creator
His image was made before sin came in
trust in the redemption of Christ no one is greater
Here we stand in open fields
With guns in hand
But peace in our souls
A new generation rises
To fight the evils of the old
But there's trepidation
And tears in our eyes
We couldn't stop it
From coming to this
Our hands soon to be stained
With the blood of our own
But with steel in our hearts
We offer no comfort
To those dying in the masquerade
There were chances to reverse
And choose another way
But now it is too late
And Death's bell begins to sound
War...war never changes
But the eyes that behold it do
Forever tainted by the sight
Nostrils infected by the scent
Ears entrenched with the horror
Like playthings the survivors
Will be forgotten and homeless
While those who did not fight
Become legends in their own minds
But there is no legacy in bloodshed
Only those who must fight
And those who are left behind
Here we stand in open fields
We the people
The Flowers of Anarchy
My pen is on fire today
as I see one word leader
in particular openly condemn peace
through his vile vulgar mouth
aggression in words spitting loathsome cowboy
I for one soul among many
whom have faith in love condemn it as an act of war
so count me as your enemy
Sick listening to terrorists against peace having a voice
within vomit this world order amounts to outright bullies
pushing chaos through trying to create a cashless society
Inside the politics or this sham they all call a security council
not addressing war crimes correctly evidence there is available
and bringing our world back to stability let's get real destruction is your aim
under the flag of an eagle flies pirate colours black and white
From the house of David a lion roars
The soldiers of light are coming crowned by the Son
a mission has begun our governments hands have become stained
by innocent bloodshed through corrupt bodies
Just when you think memories die
They say your life flashes before your eyes
Silent nights
Scripts of peace in a new born life
Hunger in days
Taken back less for what poverty weighs
A couple visits to I-C-U
Now as a ghost I see you
Pain inhabits reflection
My anger and aggression
Smiles and faces
child’s and different races
In my final poem
I lay it down a mercenary
Look to heaven with no commentary
Double jeopardy
A sinner plagued with leprosy
Broken jewels
In hands of an innocent man
It's going to be a little blood shed
For the faces that weren't fed
Walk as mortals on the day of the dead
Even in God's hands there’s a little bloodshed
Troubled men chase illusive Peace
with sharpened knives and smoking guns.
They recklessly wield all manner of weapons
under the sinking, blood-red sun.
But Peace is an individual choice,
evoked through conscious decision
That arises from deliberate and heart-felt
aversion for the ultimate collision.
At the personal level, if you are not at Peace
it means you have chosen wrongly.
Your reality rests in an instant by instant
choosing for what you feel so strongly.
When you realize you have turned from Peace
a new decision can now rebuke the sin.
It opens up a brand-new path to embrace
joy and hope by choosing Peace again.
By realizing your decision for hate and war
was made in a frozen moment in time,
It can be reversed, released and forgiven
before the Doomsday Clock can chime.
Let “I can choose Peace instead of this.” *
be your newfound mantra for Peace.
Choose again and yet again, until the thrill
of killing and bloodshed is released.
Accept Peace as the greater choice so
young soldiers may continue to live.
Don’t sacrifice their future for the
one and only life they have to give.
Choose again for Peace, let the bells of
Liberty ring without the sacrifice of blood.
Your choice, when united with others,
is enough to transform war into Love.
*Jeshua ben Joseph, A Course in Miracles
1
How I really wish that I
Could take you up to the heavens high
Not by the gloomy path of death
But by the warmth of my own breath
I'll carry you to the place of bliss
Sweet pleasure you cannot miss
That day to come, a kiss I swear,
and music shall, thus, fill the air
2
I pity those whose hearts have fled
For the joy of another's bed
Worse than war or any bloodshed
It is what brings them to the dead
To you my love, I hold my trust
Though weak are we in the call of lust
For you and I are lovers true
I'll say it again, "I love you."
3
The coldest heart is my worst fear
I pray for warmth, 'tis your voice I hear
I lament upon the inevitable test
If I offer my love, I'll give you my best
I befriended sorrow through-out the years
What'll make tomorrow if you bring me to tears?
To hold back, do not, I want you to stay
Remain in my heart 'til my very last day.
4
My love, oh, my love,
though you may be very far
My love for you will
remain like a scar
Wounded I am,
missing you from a distance
But strongly I stand,
to put temptation in resistance
No beauty can surpass my loyalty
I love you without any uncertainty
Though I live in a field of hundred flowers,
I only choose one, in which my heart desires
5
To gaze at the flawless waves of the sea
To stare at the great skies' perpetual beauty
Like a small seed planted firmly
on the ground,
The two of us shall grow gracefully
in bound
To seek our father's knowledge of the dirt
Great is the Lord's wisdom of the earth
His love for us is truly divine
I give glory to our God who made you mine!
Day after week after month, How in Gods Earth Can This Be!
With all these lessons learned throughout our eternity.
Once again men strike with terrifying bloodshed and horror,
because man's personal agenda outweighs any honor.
A strange turn of events is occurring right in front of us all.
The Tribe of people that were dealt horrible deeds in their past causing so many to fall.
Now have taken up vengeance with deeds of their “Rights”.
To bring slaughter to the innocent, as done to their ancestors years ago in their plight.
Such terrible losses from the same TRIBE being received and now Given.
Is there any hope for humanity, where dignity, compassion and mercy is allowed to risen.
Not all are lost in the fray, with some voicing the outrage and pleading for peace by the hour.
We hope one day these voices heard, unfortunately now, men look just for Power!
When the murdered become the murderers, and the encamped become the Camp Master.
Is all Lost? No! Not if people from All Ways, stand together, UNITE, and go after,
these savage imposters who will try to fool all saying everything is Fake.
But We Will not be Fooled! Because we all see the Dead and Starving Children, left in their Wake!
Take it all Back
Cracking skulls, padded cells.
Sedated assaulted, belittled and betrayed.
I feel like I’ve been to hell and back.
My heart forever black and stained
I want the world to suffer
I want the world to feel my pain.
I am a product of your system.
I am the definition of the word insane.
it’s in my blood.
it’s in my heart.
it’s in my bones.
It took all my might to retrieve the sword from stone
I got my finger on the trigger
I have a bullet with your name.
you are my tormentor, you are my trauma, you are misery my pain.
You make my blood boil drive me insane.
You are a crusty stain stuck to the back of the bowl.
I am the reaper I have come for your tainted souls
I am an individual.
I am one of a kind.
Re constructed Reimagined, reinvented, redefined
The stars across my skies have realigned
I will take back what you gave stollen from us.
Not because I want to because I must
The powers that be want a world divided.
They want the world living in constant fear of brutality, violence, bloodshed, conflict and war
You are living in the dark ages mother ers it’s 2024
I am your sight.
I am your senses.
I am light.
I am sound.
prepare for a riot
As i stand defiant.
I am behemoth
I am a ing giant.
I am a private army.
I am tsunami.
I am tornado,
I am a hurricane.
I am a kamikaze plane on a collision course falling out of the sky.
I will sacrifice myself to take you all to hell
we all have to die
If you cross my line there is no turning back.
All I see is red
All you see is black
Written by Adrian Bogdal