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The elected Democracy.
Is a democracy obsolete? we see it trampled on by Muslims demanding the Sharia law in our streets
Democracy in the Middle East bombs
the living daylight out of the Palestinians, this so their a democracy, can reign subprime and call all they steal, cry our right to defend ourselves
in the name of a democracy, that has become a cancerous ulcer oozing blood in Gaza
if you point out that bombs perched in the USA and
Germany has killed 43 thousand innocent people. they
point out October the 7th, and Hamas behaved in a way that is for Israel's army to do daily, unashamedly call that day a Holocaust.
Some writers insanely, like Douglas Murray, blame Hamas for operating among the people, it must, they can't be in the open, bombs falling on hospitals and schools are dropped by Israel, which 76 years ago got a land and started
a killing spree that has lasted until this day
The hundred hostages in Hamas's hands are still alive. but Israel doesn't care about them, one thinks, hopes Hams will kill them and show the world how terrible Hamas is
We in Europe and the USA witness the eradication of the Palestinians, wring our hands, use lame words, but otherwise, say nothing and go about our daily business talking
about Christmas, and we do not see the irony
therefore, let's stop using the bloodsoaked verb and call it a day of FREEDOM! from tyranny
WHITE
As I wake up and draw the curtains, the WHITE clouds cheers my imagination!
Is it a white bunny or that naughty white poodle!
As I eat my breakfast, the WHITE cold milk with cereal tastes so refreshing!
Then I marvel at that milky moustache which brings out my smile!
As I walk to work, passing by the lake, the WHITE lilies and daisies relax my nerves!
And the WHITE swans sparkle, dignifying there existence!
As I sit down in my office, the WHITE sheet of paper reminds me of stark reality!
It says it all, words written, inks soaked, signatures signed and deals cracked!
As I take a break from work, to eat my WHITE snack, I'm marveled at the simplicity of it!
White bread and Curd may be sour but the stomach's at ease with joy!
As I peek into the sky, the WHITE moon shimmers down a song to me!
It signals to me that its time to call it a day!
As I curl into bed, my WHITE sheets and blankets nurse my aching body!
I'm glad white calms me down, its now peace and harmony time!
As I dream of the WHITE snow covering my dead body............
I realize I'm one with universe in my peaceful death!
A faded glimpse you can't recall.
A ghost you saw not in the hall.
A cirrus cloud that dissipates.
The losing side in class debates.
The past returning past the dawn.
A recollection that now is gone.
An empty feeling now that's full.
Just what is it you're trying to pull.
Eleven hours, call it a day.
What the hell's he tryin' to say.
Between the lines you'll understand.
Just take your head out of the sand.
The second time you got it right.
And still not sure you saw the light.
Appraisal from an inept source.
Misguided stars to chart your course.
A fleeting sense of what you want.
Tomorrow's dreams that yesterdays haunt.
We wait for answers in our chairs.
It's not a wonder everyone stares.
If everyone left, at the same time, right now!
There’d be a sigh of relief, from the whale to the cow.
Buildings would crumble, and towers would fall.
But earth wouldn’t need us, wouldn’t miss us at all.
If we were to vacate, depart, and call it a day.
The rest of the natural world would awake and make hay.
The trains wouldn’t run and buses would stall.
But earth wouldn’t miss us, wouldn’t miss us at all.
With every soul gone, left, and out of the way.
All the pets would survive, roam again free, dogs to stray.
The birds continue to sing, the waters come clear.
Mountains stay tall, and the endangered will cheer!
So, let’s face facts, the world doesn’t need us more.
Don’t kid yourself man, this ball didn’t die without the dinosaur.
Nature will rage and blow, moan and recover.
The world doesn’t need man, we’re not nature's lover.
Can I return all that I owe to
Persons who gave birth
Persons who showed love
Persons who taught good
Persons who appreciated
Persons who protected
Persons who employed
Persons who supported
Persons who recognized
Can I return all that I owe?
I must say nay; to be true
The love received from mom, dad, all brothers and sisters
The special relationship and moments cherished with spouse
For education from teachers
For encouragement from friends Cousins, uncles, aunts, relatives
Support from kith and kin,
in-laws, employers, well wishers
Can I return all that I owe to:
School and university mates Career and professional colleagues
Clubs and community buddies
Friends of family and friends of children
Godsend strangers and co-travelers
Co-players and residential cohabitants
Relations by marriages; other ties
Local communities and Temples
Good Samaritans at airports, bus and train stations
Helping hand at the pool or gym or a game
By mishaps and hospital stays
At musicals and restaurants!
Can I return what I owe?
May be yes; may be no
We owe it to parents for birth
We owe it to ourselves
To owe nothing to anyone
Be it love, money, apology, service
Before we call it a day!
Here I am
For an attack
Will I bet
On red or black?
Do I bet
Odd or Even?
Whatever, spin me winners!
I’ll sit down
Here’s my money
Let me win
It’s not funny
I begin
Deep in the hole
Get me some lucky spinners!
Take that ball
With a good shot
Your number
Wins me a lot
Inside bets
Outside as well
You’ve got to get me ahead!
The dozens
And the line bets
Will I play
With no regrets?
Splits and streets
Double zero
Is the number black or red?
What is this?
Nothing for me!
Swept away
Nothing I see
I don’t have
Any winners?
Forget it, that’s all for me!
That’s it for today
Nothing is coming my way
I’ll call it a day.
I’ll have to see you next time
I am down to my last dime!
The trouble with me, besides what you've seen
is the way I get drunk on your eyes and slit my
wrists to the way you smile in your sleep.
Should have known this love would be my
damnation.
The passion behind every kiss were figments of a
jaded imagination.
So I play my music on this old dirt road,
While I smoke something dangerous.
Anything to take away this hopeless rose, once our
love that's wilted and fallen on to the pavement.
I'll forever remember those moments where time
somehow stood still.
The way my heart would skip beats,
Such a euphoric thrill.
Suffice it is to say I've gone through a change.
A metamorphosis made in a patchwork of rage.
Tired of playing these games I call it a day, drifting
off to the abyss in staggered and dazed.
Maybe to see a path to a better future the next time
that I wake.
8/10/17
Be careful what you ask for
Next thing you know it wasn't all that great, or you want even more
This isn't the same old spiel
I'll tell you something real
Everyone has an 'Achilles heel'
Speaking the truth, life is rather short
Don't be a poor sport
The ball is in your court
You are really barking up the wrong tree
If you think you're godly
Compared to everybody
Only here once
No ifs ands or buts
All eventually bite the dust
It's not all make believe
From A to Z
Others will always meddle
I don't care if you believe in god or the devil
Better grasp the nettle
Instead of trying to always settle
If you want to reach a higher level
Again
I'll hit the nail on the head
Don't get misled
We all wind up dead
I'm going to call it a day
But not going to throw it all away
A wise old owl sat up a tree,
As sage as any bird can be
It was perched up very high
That owl could see all pass by.
Sometimes, it would sit and stare,
Surveying all the wonders there
It's knowledge became known to all
My feathered friend,
Was nobodys fool?
One day, I was walking in the woods,
Enjoying nature as we should
Then suddenly,
I thought someone had spoken to me.
I looked around, but no one was there,
Then I cast my eyes into the air,
Then I saw it up a tree
The wise old owl was analysing me.
It stared at me without blinking,
He knew everything I was thinking.
There was no need for words,
I could understand this clever bird
Without making a sound
And my feet planted firm on the ground
It all seemed so natural to me
We were sharing telepathy.
We conversed for quite a while,
Shared some jokes
That caused a smile,
Of course, we mentioned birds and bees,
With decorum and ease.
The wise Old Owl wanted to call it a day,
I thought he was going to fly away
I thanked him for his insightful thoughts
And the views and lessons he taught,
On that magical day.
Nature fills me with delight,
And as my new friend,
Took to the air in flight
He said goodbye with one loud HOOT.
My mind went blank as I stood MUTE!
The tired sun sets over an everbustling city
blinding dazed commuters heading west
their cars in single files attempt to scatter
I hear a sound of hush descend over the cityscape
while towers scraping as high as they can reach
just crave to punch their card and call it a day
Hoping to wind down before they close their eyes
the buildings gently exhale and bid adieu while
a setting sun ablaze at the end of each long day
lights on cue the downtown garden of glass castles
AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2025
Submitted on February 5, 2020 for contest WRITING PROMPT - TAKE THE DAGGER OUT sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD