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Mammalian marrow, however brutal it tries,
It will always be dreadful.
Megaloblastic, mismatched, mammalian marrow.
Does the mammalian marrow assist you to shake?
Does it?
I cannot guess but stop and look at the passionate, additional affectionateness.
Are you upset by how lustful it is?
Does it rip you apart to assure the additional affectionateness so passionless?
An experienced eye is a weeping fountain.
The weeping fountain his experienced eye.
Never forget the cosmic and heroic experienced eye.
I saw the zany spirit of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the secret soul.
Does the secret soul assist you in shivering?
Does it?
A moderate middle, however brutal it tries,
It will always be the size.
Does the moderate middle assist you in shivering?
Does it?
Don't believe that a healthy heartbeat is slow?
A healthy heartbeat is firm ludicrously.
Does a healthy heartbeat assist you in shivering?
Do it?
Mami water
Her majesty
The queen of the coast
May you live forever
You are the power
Unknown to many
You are the ruler
Many despise cos
They are ignorant
Of you with the man in a novel
They never realised
The water world
Is another life on earth
Mami water
Her majesty
The queen of the coast
The power of the waters
The greatest mother
Of all lioness
The deliverer of it own
I adore you
Feed me with thy magical
Power
Process my way on the
Land of humans
They are brutal nowadays
They are dishonest
They don't sleep in goodness
And there godliness
Is polluted
Save thy kind oh mother water
Don't let they son
Be a waste to the mother earth
But the tree that bears
The sweetest fruits of life
Her majesty
The queen of the coast
I adore thy throne
May you reign for ever
I don't want to hurt anyone
I have to do something with this pain
I'm angry in a gentle way
smoke was playing in the air
I lit a candle with the greatest care
as quiet as not being there
everything is remembered in hate
and love is making justice a game
the truth defends any criminal
you don't have to see it that way too
but I could not find exception to this rule
today I'm giving more than I'll forget
the blood has dried the hurting hasn't started yet
I'm falling down a slide it's getting wet
everything is remembered in hate
and love is making justice a game
memories won't even go halfway
I'll curse you and be glad that you came
and love is making justice a game
and love is making justice a game
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2nd version. After some brutal editing.
"All our soldiers died on the battle field,
And its an inspiring awe that the royal euchite never got killed,
Prove to me if it's not a disloyal formatted deal?
Our Emperor's skin was scorchingly peeled,
Inextricably with his scepter and crown uncongealed,
So accept what I'm telling you with a loyal heart,
"Bring to me that euchite,
To whom does he stir pretence against to excite?
He deserves not to feel the rainfall in the savannah zone,
Make sure you get me blush of young males to take on him a toll,
Select from them strong men with healthy head bone,
Whilst you organise an imperial poll,
Weary is my sacred sword to behead that intrusive soul,
He will see the power which sleeps extremely if a chimpanzee starts to groan,
Why should he publish books of demonic role?
Who gave him the previlege to fastened those royal pavillions with a vicious rope?
Politics is now introducing cruel dominion,
Tell me if I'm wrong to take revenge against his acted oppinion,
Day to day it destroys those consecrated trees in the grove,
Take this atlas to lead you through the scaling cone,
Look through the regions of wooldlands hole,
On the desert,follow every caravan in a row,
You can testify how this city is now getting old,
And that gnat want to please the heart of its foe,
Be alert on every step you take on the evil road,
He may also set his prime troops to defend himself with a brutal show,
And I think you being as patriot will fetch us a lifetime bote,
Probably,when you get hold of him outside the cities identified with a stone,
Bring him back to justify himself at home,
If you also catch him anywhere holding the emperor's hone,
Mark his forehead before you bring him to defecate what he'd sold,
For we will then after,enthrone you to play a monarch role,
In order to extend the pastures of our regional mode",
These are the words of a great commander to his descreet servants.
As darkness wriggled into every place,
The land was governed by a veil of silence.
The previous vivid life had left no trace,
All but some crickets singing in defiance.
The mortal realm stood petrified as though
Succumbing to the conquest of the night.
However, in the sky, a tiny glow
Was rather willing to put up a fight.
What a one-sided clash of force
Conducted by the rebel and the tyrant,
And yet a brutal one without remorse
Between the little David and the giant.
Oh, how alike we were, the lonely star
That dwelled in an unfathomed galaxy!
Though separated by a space too far,
We both possessed a common destiny.
We were the beacons of sagacity,
The last remaining citadels of light
Amidst the ocean of opacity
That wrapped the whole world in the depths of night.
Is not new anymore
That we are not their worries
Is not oviously new anymore
That our needs are not their problems
Is commonly known
That our votes are always
Not for our farvour any more
Too long we earn all we have
Just by ourselves
So when you keep chanting
Their political names
when you keep believing
On their dreams to gave you a better life
Sorry your name should be called Oyo
Simplely means you are
On your own
Is not new anymore
That all we do is keep
Suffering and smiling
Is like is normal for us
This hard brutal life style
They offer us
Is not strange to us any more
The way our politicians allow us to
Wallow In porverty
So when you still believe
They can change your life
For a better tommorow
Sorry your name should be called Oyo
Simplest means you are
On your own
Is not funny anymore
Is not a child's play
This change we need is of no sooner
Our freedom are limited
Our fight for survival still continues
Somany has gone through this struggle to live
Somany have fallen so weak to crimes
Somany have committed sucides
Somany are in cages by their trusted goverments for nothing
Somany cries for help
I wonder to who
Is not an easy road any more the way it use to be
So many have change from the top
And now
Is affecting the hole body of my contry
So when you keep your hopes high
Based on the men from the hills (politicians)
Sorry you are Oyo
On your own
How can you trust a blind to lead the deaf
How could the lame lead the people to the promise land
How could you trust a man with out a vission
Don't you see he got no mission
We only earn cofussion curse by his emtyness
You still trust his lies
You still believe in his illusion
Who is fooling who
Here I brand you Oyo
You are highly
On your own
In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high.
Injustice, a tempest, a loss that rages in the night,
Yet, in our hearts, resilience roars like thunder in the sky.
Racism, a monstrous shadow, a venomous haze,
A brutal echo of the world's scornful refrain.
Yet, we soar above the maze, ablaze,
Every scar transformed, a phoenix's triumphant gain.
Against the torrents of hate, we stand as towers,
Our spirit unyielding, an unbroken form.
In every right and wrong, we bloom like midnight flowers,
We find the power to reshape, to transform.
For being Black transcends mere pain's domain,
A symphony of strength, a perennial refrain.
In the heart of the midnight, a constellation bold,
A diadem of stars upon our regal heads.
Ebony skin, where tales of valor are told,
Kissed by the sun, a flame that never sheds.
Black, not a curse, but a throne of grandeur,
A monument of endurance etched in our frame.
Resilience, a tapestry woven with fervor,
We rise, our brilliance, an everlasting flame.
Proudly we stand beneath the cosmic dome,
Our heads held high, an anthem to the night.
Our indomitable spirit, a meteoric poem,
Our identity, a battle cry burning bright.
For being Black is not a source of shame,
But a crown adorned with pride, in life's bold game.
His gold teeth glistened in the sun
As ‘Long Ben Avery’ turned
To face his captives, head lowered,
Their providence to learn
For Avery was a pirate bold
Trained in the Kings’ Navy
Who, disillusioned with his lot,
Captained a mutiny
He seized ‘The Fancy’, in Cadiz
An act both rare, and bold
Then set out on the briny sea
In search of ships with gold
He plundered every vessel met
With not one man set free
And soon, his name spread fear and dread
Across the seven seas
For two years, not a ship was safe
As treasure he amassed,
But his biggest booty taken
Would prove to be his last
He sailed down to the Mandab Strait
And other ships did meet
Who chose him as their Admiral,
To raid the India Fleet
The ‘Mogul’s’ flagships, tried to flee
Chased by the pirate fleet
But a brutal, two hour battle,
Ended with their defeat
The pirates tortured those they caught
Without a thought, or care
As they searched on board for treasure
For each, to glean their share
The ‘Mogul’, proffered swift revenge
Hunting the pirates down,
Swearing each villain, had to hang
For crimes against his crown
The pirates scattered, far and wide
To skirt captivity
But most were caught, and hung with rope
Strung from the nearest tree
But Avery, was never found
Or his share of the hoard
It’s rumoured that his crew killed him,
And threw him overboard
No matter what became of him
Or what, was ‘Long Ben’s’ fate
No man’s ever bettered his feat
In history, to date.
1.
The clouds flew in embrace with the wind,
In occassions many, they came together,
To bless the land with manna dew and
To bring to rest the flames of the heart,
To call to the winter moon and bring to
The animals a moment of peaceful sleep.
But it stays not long and embarks on a
Journey new to a new spring.
2.
The stream laments the pained moments
Of brutal separations and the beautiful
Recollections of the steady comfort in the
Embrace of her fellow companions when
They loitered hand in hand with the wind,
But she goes on still with a heavy heart,
Adorned with the memories of glory and
Dreams of hope.
3.
The stars burn with the
Fires not extinguished of the past,
They comfort the heart in every journey,
With the pleasing assurance of
The eternal burning of memories in
Moments of despair,
The path can be the sweet garden of
The thousand roses or the darksome valley
Of the thousand thorns, but there will
Aways be the little moments of peace, when
The eyes can get lost in the stars, to
Reminisce about what it was,
The feet will gain strength and a new
Journey will begin.
Sponsor - Brian Strand
Contest Name - YOUR CHOICE 2022
Date - 24th December, 2022
Will there ever be total peace in the world
Or am I just a silly old goon
As long as loonies want more than their share
Even want a piece of the moon
Good people of earth will forever resist
When countries get too big for their britches
And want much more than they're entitled
Like a bigger share of the world's riches
They risk the chance of destroying our planet
Destroying it for their own greedy plans
They can't be allowed to accomplish their goals
The future of mankind is at hand
These brutal subhumans must be stopped at all cost
Their plan is usually world domination
Sound familiar? Reminiscent of World War II?
Must avoid the same contamination
So with the time I have left of a wonderful life
What a fitting climax it would be
To wake up one morning before getting the call
Finding all world's people are free!
© Jack Ellison 2015