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Why is it?
the louder
and more ballistic
my self-righteousness
offensively becomes
The more
at night
I feel self-loathing,
when all is quiet
except dark ruminations
filling my silent bedroom
overwhelming my mind
and body.
Why is it?
we RightWing worry
that nonviolent communication,
too lovingly applied,
would leave us defenseless
against colonizing predators?
And do not worry enough
about LeftWing social anxiety
chronic worrying trauma tales
of violent communications,
too profoundly
ubiquitously applied,
leaving us offensively polarized
by inside fascist autocratic hate
hoarding angry power
and fear filled paralysis?
While unallied corporate fat cat
capitalists,
sell defense industry prophylactic lies,
mad ecocide
predicting global anthroprivileged
demise.
Our inhumane history of violence
leaves uncontested
a healthy silent mystery
of preference
for compassionate personal experience.
Alan Simpson,
a Wyoming Republican,
not known for his socialist ways
nor his sacred communion means of public discourse,
cried out in our Great Dark Night
of white bold
and climate cold
fragility,
"Money's dominance over politics
isn't merely one problem of many
our country faces.
It is the problem!"
Perhaps neither Wyoming
Republicans
or Alan Simpson
would mind this contextual paraphrase,
Capitalism's competitive
LeftBrain cultural and educational systemic dominance
against healthy multicultural empowering politics
isn't merely one complex problem
of many win/lose communication complications
our 2020 Species faces,
Yet does not RightBrain see and hear
as absence of WinLeft/WinRight cultural
and climate
intersectional wisdom.
We have become LeftBrain predative
partisan capitalists;
THE win/lose,
degenerating toward lose/lose economic-political
climate problems
of either/or partisanship,
religious fundamental bipolar creeds of elitist bad faith,
tolerant of secularized apartheid
Devoid of sacred active win/win communion
for organic ecological theology
or theologically health-metaphoric
muse-metaphonic
music-polyphonic
harmonic metapathic
resonant polypathic
resiliently co-empathic
co-passionate ego/ecology.
All of which
strangely reduces Alan Simpson's original version
to a summary democratic constitution
condensed milk of RightBrain both/and flexible resonance
urgently, yet more warmly,
seeking health/wealth rememory
regrowing out and in climate cultures
toward expanding win/win global family.
Give us our daily bread . . .
We shall not mind if we
Have a daily milk,
Neither shall we take offence
If we have a daily butter to match.
Who amongst you will give his child
A stone if he demands for a bread?
Who amongst you will offer her child
A serpent if she request for a manner?
Legion ,they are today in the globe.
Who is holding down our daily bread?
Who is hoarding our daily milk?
Who is selling our God given freely manner?
The men with Capital in all our capitals
The men with the tyrannical order of Capital
The men enslaving us for more Capital
Even in the nooks and crannies of rural towns
As hunger and poverty hovers round the cities
Even amidst unprecedented Capitals.
The more we gnash our teeth crying for our
Daily bread given by Jehovah Jireh
The more they replaced it by daily stone.
The more we complain of hunger to Jehovah
The more they laugh at us and replace our
Daily bread with splotch of taste and famine,
For they known we are springy to sufferings.
The more we lament of the men in Capital
The more they turn our daily bread to serpent
Striking us forcefully even in hunger.
The more we beg of them for Capital
The more they kill us for surplus value
For their fiendish drive for more profit .
Tell the men at work to beg no more
Tell the men in Capital we shall beg no more
Tell the men at work to arise and unite
And stop them and their unending lush luxury
To forge ahead to the barricade and
Seize the mace off the corridor of their hands.
Then ,only then, we shall experience hunger no more
And our daily bread shall be “tead” and “buttered”.
Alayande Stephen .T
16th of April,2006
6.30pm
Conceptualization of the sufferings of the masses
All over the world in the hands of the ruling Capitalists
Despite the abundance given by God. Demanding for workers
Solidarity throughout the world to overthrow this endemic Capitalist system.
Form:
When bad
unhealthy
unsafe choices
speak in WRONG! voices
delivering shame,
deserving shunning
and irrepressible self-blame,
Reconsider this jump
from bad choices
to "wrong" voices
unable to consider tomorrow's
potential more right rejoices.
No one of us humans
has divine omnipotent might
to make all the right omniscient choices
spoken belatedly by unchosen judgment voices
To be omnipresently good
and regeneratively healthy
and impenetrably safe
for ourselves
for our loved ones
for our species
for our plants
and living planet
at all times,
in all multicultural inside places,
and polyculturally robust
outside wealthy spaces.
On better days,
well fed and watered and rested,
we may try more benevolent curiosity
about why feeling good
and healthy
can seem so frustratingly short
and insignificantly small
compared to long time
and large resources
Invested by patriarchal god-fearing
straight white corporate capitalists
to entertainingly seduce
and identity reduce
you into isolated producer
of bad faith consumer
feelings
Erupting in egocentric
left-hemisphere dominant voices
that habitually collapse
bad
unhealthy absence
of potential co-relational rejoices
into inevitably wrong
unwealthy feminine marginalized
divisive survivalist choices
Speaking in wrong voices
delivering shame
deserving dark fame
swamped by irrepressible self blame
Not man enough
Not human enough
Not humane enough
to be truly
and beautifully divine.
The academic
Chris Hedge is an active academic to the left of
Politics, who often lament that we common people know nothing about what the greedy Capitalists are up to when seeking wealth and more power treating us ordinary people like pawns in their evil monopoly game
Agree, to understand politics these days and understand what Chris says, we have to read and study a lot of literature that we, since we have to make a living have no time to do
Yes we do wonder why China is the enemy we like to buy their stuff and appears not to be a threat, I bought my son an electric bike, likes the bike also he likes TIK Tok which the government has banished as bad for viewers
We need someone, perhaps not as erudite as Chris Hodge, in a simple vocabulary, tell us what what’s going on
Tomorrow America is getting a new president
In the figure of Donald Trump, which we who
Liked to be entertained, rather like
He has already fixed the Gaza atrocities and
We wait for him to fix Ukraine to
He has also appointed Elon Musk to save the USA from waste of money, we are glad to hear that if it can lower the tax burden
At the moment we can do nothing but wait
I sense for most of the world it does not matter much who is the sitting president
Hark! That rustling of the leaves
makes me wobbly at the knees,
or did I dream of Thatcher’s ghost
chasing "wets" from post to post?
·
When Tony Blair bashed up Hussein,
no Robin Hood at home bought gain.
Who then yet may save the day?
Who remains to show the way?
Bill Dozer is this man, I say!
Trouser? Loser? Boozer? Hey!
Who the heck's Bill Dozer?
Like Superman he flits about.
cosh in hand, with mighty clout.
He is a man of iron fist,
the last remaining socialist.
He hears each worker's woeful cry:
like Joe Hill he'll never die.
When Marx shall rise from Highgate's tomb,
capitalists will meet their doom.
Horn-rimmed his specs, his suit dull-brown,
he swoops like an eagle down.
He'll give each grabbing boss the boot
and share with us the ill-gotten loot.
Bill Dozer is this man, I say!
Trouzer? Loser? Boozer? Hey!
Who the heck's Bill Dozer?
But if still the point you missed:
He's the last remaining socialist.
Patrilinear
monotheistically monopolistic
CAPITALists
calculate potential endurance
of terrifyingly terrific human consumer time
Left for anxiously anticipating rhymes,
reasons for seasons long trusted truths
ego-coloring beauty
captured by
and yet beyond spiritual inspirations
rewarding
redeeming
competitively cooperative nurturing nature.
Matriarchal poly-enthusiastic multi-
bio-culturalists
also account for cumulative synergy
expanding territorial dictatorial time
Rewinding awesomely awful sacred rhymes
distrusting mistrusted false tongues
electing hooded lies
Disparately dispirited
desperate starving backward future
rhyming reason seasons
of nutritional communion
Not inviting
yet tolerating,
Not accepting
yet equilaterally esteeming
estimating patriarchal monopolistic economies
within brighter lights of polycultural value
No longer worth
resonant ecowomanist trust
empowering spiraling truths
of beauty duty,
health of wealthy safety,
Enlightening spirts
of empowering social nature
Empowering CAPITAL invested research
enlightening Earth's most heavenly design.
Compensation is given only as much
as the market price decides;
even if a lifetime has passed,
mixing blood and sweat into the soil
to build a home or a field—
the value of blood, the value of sweat
is not determined,
there is no price for them in the market.
Compensation is not given even for the nests
hanging on the trees, for the broken
eggs, for the dying newborn birds
either; the lush green grass
that is life for some creatures,
some shelters that lie
beneath the clusters of trees—
but compensation
for them too is not given.
The winds too receive no compensation;
wind, water, and life have no rights—
these are for the sake of the country,
whose true meaning the capitalists understand.
They have the right
to buy all shelters
for just one rupee.
Compensation will be borne by the country;
the country has no right
to take the full price.
Whatever was given to whomever,
even that much is fixed for them;
the rest is their right—
those whose names it is not my right to take.
Serene sky, scattered clouds reflecting
on the waves of eternal sea
Everywhere dark green as far as the two eyes can see
What time did you draw the picture of peace?
Infinite sky
Scattered clouds in the waters
of the serene sea
Dark green as far as the two eyes can see
What time did the painter draw
the picture of peace?
What a horrible silence it is
inside this vastness of the world
What a brutal silence has gripped
the throat of this planet
The trees, creepers and herbs fade away into numbness.
Life has everything but why there is
no fascination, no speech?
But I know the truth --word is almighty!
Life flows through innumerable rhythms
So dark blue! The sky is so dark blue.
What's an infinite silence is as impassive as God!
This is what is happening all over
the world today
Terrible waves of water, sea also soundless!
Perhaps they're roaring somewhere
Where echoes their noise?
The world of capitalists bloodshed
in the lure of cash
What a sadness -silence in.His heart?
Life is busy with worshiping false god
Mad after God-entertainment competition
Where are you, the painter? What pictures are you drawing? ¦
What was it that you said
about English law traditions
with two heads
One for protecting real property rights
of monotheistic kings
to autonomously legislate their deeds
by dogmatic decree
Unchanging entitled ownership
of land
and all commodities upon Her
Royal manifest destiny over upstarts
serfs
soldiers
and tenants,
too much consumers,
and not enough producers
Descendents of dark slaves,
another form of living property,
livestock
chattel.
Meanwhile, this other mysterious line
inherited from some Mother's polytheistic culture
which might more civilly prevail
for restoring peaceful domestic issues
about equity,
fairness,
balance between cooperative managers
ecosystemic nurturing matriarchs
marginalized by conservative elitists
royal corporate capitalists
monopolists
straight white monotheists
More court-friendly to liberal democratic lovers
EarthTribal co-investors
polyculturalists
endowed with indigenous
bicamerally balanced
ego/ecosystemic wisdom
of economic and political
co-investment
cooperative co-ownership
EarthJustice stewardship.
I'm asking because,
if it please the Royal Capital Court,
and even if it too democratically doesn't,
To autonomously own living property
is against my sovereign religious beliefs
Both immoral
and illegitimate
to lord it over plants
and people on organic cooperative lands
and in global co-invested waters
recovering our sacred MotherEartha
planetary resonant health,
resilient past through future wealth
Advocating for and with polycultural Communion,
pleading and bargaining for health justice
and safe peace
for All EarthTribal Souls.