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IRGC

Boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom, IRGC
You brought this on yourself
Now you hide in bunkers
It is what you need
The IRGC caused suffering
Now they're feeling it
F35’s now fill their skies
Another Ayatollah’s been hit
Shoot at the UAE
Say it's not your fault
The World sees clearly
Go and hide in a hole
You funded terror
Now your body has no soul
Funded HAMAS Palestinians 
How does it feel to get
What you do to Iranian civilians?
You could have avoided all this
If you wanted to
But empathy
Was never your view
Boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
You could have avoided all this
If you wanted to
But empathy
Was never your view
Form: Lyric


Luanda 1974

Luanda 1975

It was a fraught time in Luanda, the rebel army (freedom fighters)
was closing in on Luanda, leaving civilians exposed
to rape, murder and pillage.
The Portuguese army had dastardly skulked away and
General Spinola was in Lisbon playing politics
Colonialism was over, but there was fear of its ending
when hatred had to be sated.
Among the white population, there was a fatalistic mien
drowning their fear like the sinking Titanic, loud music, booze
and dancing, everything to live a little longer.
Then came the Germans (foreign legion) took charge
staved off the incoming, undisciplined riff-raff army
long enough for people to get on ships and planes to get
the hell out; as for the Germans found their way out to
South Africa.
The aftermath:
When hatred of the colonials subsided, the new Angola 
found they needed the know-how of the settlers they
were invited back.
Today, thousands of Portuguese live to thrive in harmony
with the black population,
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Awaiting Rescue By Good Ole Extraterrestrial Homeboys

Cuz existence among *****sapiens 
extremely intolerable prospect
particularly sharing planet 
with most violent species
courtesy hoodlums wielding
deadly firearms methodically gun down
men, women and children
ratcheting grim milestone
countless dead civilians linkedin 
with hazards of war zone. 

Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced

apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy 
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,

Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss

long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),

yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,

and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape imponderable, 
and intolerable being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,

your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within an etchy sketchy section

of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation

must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone 
wysiwyg wordsmith at risk.
Form: Rhyme

The Worst Warriors After Wars

Having suffered years of grueling tyranny, 
Sand is still red which should be tawny. 
Iraq has become a land of widows 
Men are cruely killed there in rows. 

Due to war when families are separated, 
Children are those who are worst affected. 
Phan Thi Kim Phuc is name of that woman, 
Who became goodwill ambassador in 1997, 

UNESCO gave her this honorable position 
She was photographed in a piteous condition, 
During the Vietnam War, in her childhood. 
But every child victim's luck isn't so good. 

War ends, in some years country recoups, 
Civilians honor their patriotic brave troops. 
Injured soldiers medicated at country's cost, 
Children loose their shelters when they need the most. 

Educatlion is far from such kid's dream
They have to leave their self-esteem
Fighting for food, having memories of terrors, 
After a war, they are the worst warriors.
Form: Quatrain

Though a Democrat

Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
     indubitably, favorably and certifiably
     with minimal pandering soliciting
     uber voodoo yawping woos

socially quintessentially obviously markedly
     consciousness brakes alignment
     defining mine political views
loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged,

     hidebound Democratic
     fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos
to roster of candidates
     slated to challenge incumbent Republicans

     all to quickly accused,
     sans participating sinister ruse
this active voter puzzled at controversial
     eye opening ex post facto

     fractious, governmental
     harmfully injuriously jaw-dropping
     suppression within top secret queues
during nasty donkey kong braying p's and q's
(case in point) scurrilous, opprobrious,

     and malodorous Clinton administration,
where (based upon my recent perusing
     "The Peoples History” – 
     me strongly endorses

     (authored by Howard Zinn news
worthy revelation, (whose recounting
     atrocious, calumnious, egregious
     glaring ignominious knowledge

     jackbooted, mandated, predicated
     on blind trust, essentially billeted
     charade, facade, inlaid faux Hope loose
bandied cutthroat gratuity legislation

     favoring pandering "pork" via
     pretentiousness to wealthy gentiles Jews
abandoning average civilians snuffing out
     sputtering, grousing, and hoo's

flick erring tapering fuse
whereat this news worthy informed citizen
     totally tubularly unaware of any clues
pertaining to antithetical maneuvers,

     (loo win ski) shenanigans, and undertakings
     today yields genuine boo's
toward Clinton, where I despondently feel
     he renegged promises 

     made to electorate (except top 1 %) got souled
     (sold) to remaining 99% cheapest bidders
     as-sized thirteen duff heated no nothing
     sneezing Schnorrers 
     spluttering phelgm at me at-chews.


Premium Member It Is What It Is

It is what it is:
or is it?
Change is as inevitable as death.
Today, we can fly across oceans on metal wings:
when not too long ago, we were burning witches.
Some changes bode for the better
while some bring out the worst:
nonetheless, there is always change.
The Chinese elite have stopped binding a young girl's feet
to make her look dainty.
And wars once fought on battlefields,
devastate civilians in towns and cities.
It is what it is,
reflects a fleeting moment in time
before reality morphs
into something else:
something new.
Change, progress, and adaptability
form the foundational pillars of life.
Baby steps lead the way to giant leaps
given sufficient time:
people can adapt to any change.
Despair and manipulation
fuel feelings of helplessness;
that often delays, but cannot stop change.
Faith, hope, blood, sweat, tears, and time
are all essential components
that comprise the social papier-mache,
from which change derives its shape.

From the Mists I Came

Smile ,smile my seanie bonnie smile .

why must i smile ?, whilst i carry all these luggages to my soul

my soul , my poor soul !

with all the miserable happenings bringing intense suffering to my soul

why must i suffer ?

reconciliation mustn't be taken as a priority .

just because

the rivers ,the seas and the oceans are all full of nothing .

nothing but the blood ,the blood of innocent civilians

sons and daughters of Africa

our ancestors, who perished through slavery

and us the offspring still perishing in poverty

so why must i smile ?

i walked all the way from my poor past

and came all the way to my well equipped

i went deep down the mines ,in search for minerals

instead of my finding the gold ,the silver and the bronze

i met lions ,zebras ,kudus even lizards ,men !!!

instead of them devouring me , they said

" leave this poor african soul, he's looking for a better life

a life that will make him smile "

smile, smile my seanie bonnie smile !!!
Form: Acrostic

America Home of the Corrupt

America a country of change
A country through time that has proven itself 
It was such a beautiful place to be 
It never mattered what color or Ethnicity you were everyone had an opportunity.
But That has changed immensly.

As I speak now hundreds of men women and children 
Are dying of
Fezzing Temperatures, because they have no clothing
Diseases, because they have no medical thechnolgies or medicines to cure them
Hunger' because they have no food and no money to get it

This can be blamed on us The United States Of America
A country with several resources and plentiful ammounts of food 
and it will not be shared in the greed of humanity and not only us
but other countries too.

As I speak now innocent civilians are being beaten or shot by the police
for no reason at all other than the fact they were stating their opinions
About an evil and corrupt government.

Millions of people around the country are being brainwashed by television advertisments 
created by orginizations whose sole purpose is to make you buy their products
Regaurdless of your financial statability.

In the root of it al is being caused by a corrupted government trying to keep a large continet stupid
By regulating the teaching in public schooling to their advantage to make the population unaware
of the greedy Police state with no Privacy and the creation of a state of a struggle for survival 
right under their noses.

The simplicity is money is the root of evil
Our government simply wishes to delete all competition
and end democracy
These words need to be heard and this country and this world need to change .


America Land of Free
Home of the Corrupt and Evil
What would the founding Fathers say ?

Thank you for listenig show your friends this.

Premium Member Stop Putin Now - Do Not Wait

Dear President Biden,
     STOP RUSSIA AND PUTIN NOW! 
     DO NOT WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW

     2,000+ innocent civilians slaughtered in Ukraine in the first 6 days of war
     Over 100,000 Ukranian refugees 'safe' in Poland or Romania.
         (UN states over 1,000,000 Ukranian refugees already created.)

     ONLY MILITARY DEFEAT AND/OR DEATH WILL STOP PUTIN
     SANCTIONS WILL NEVER DETER HIM - NEVER

     YOU, MR. PRESIDENT, CAN SAVE TENS OF THOUSANDS, IF NOT MILLIONS
     OF LIVES! --or the blood of those killed will be upon your hands,
                          for failing to act when you still had the chance.

     TODAY IT'S UKRAINE. TOMMOROW, MOLDAVA. (Next up).
      
     THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW, IT'S THE UK AND THE USA.
      
     ACT NOW, MR. BIDEN.  DO NOT WAIT.  DEFEAT RUSSIA AND PUTIN.

          Thank you, 
          Gershon Wolf

War For Love

You know I love you
I love my country more
Enemies around like sharks
Can't hide in a bunker anymore

I kissed you deep
We were in love
The tides rocked our love boat
I have to calm the seas

Can't wait I have
to save my motherland
Pay any price but win
to be in your arms for ever

Am always with you my dear
in your heart and mind
Wipe away your tear
Shall be back soon my dear

I know it sounds hollow
War can't buy peace
Bombs shatter hearts
Guns can't teach love

Don't my enemies ever love
My guns keep booming
My eyes are wet
I call war for love



                                            On 26 Nov 2008, terrorists from Pakistan gunned down
                                            innocent children, women and men in Mumbai
                                            This is my tribute to the Policemen who risked their lives
                                            to save the civilians.
Form: Quatrain

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