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This "plague" isn't going away anytime soon.
We're openly told this is our new normal.
To bend over and over without any lube.
There's much to be gained by prolonging the pain.
From the made-in-China masks you're wearing.
From the made-in-China parts that go into COVID test kits.
The reds dream of pulling hearts from freedom's chest.
Barbed things are being thrust into our bloodstreams.
One vaccine, concocted from cells of two aborted babies from the seventies...
A boy and a girl, given letters and numbers instead of names.
Just like Jews that were stuffed into Auschwitz cattle trains.
This plague isn't going away anytime soon.
For it's a bonanza for big pharma and conglomerates.
At the deadly expense of the working-class stiff.
While they tell us not to gather in numbers.
The privileged party in Martha's Vineyard.
They released hordes of convicts onto the streets.
To protect THEM from a bug and not us.
They inoculated nursing homes with covid patience
While a mercy ship sat empty in Big Apple Harbor.
Fully equipped with a thousand empty beds...
This Plague isn't going away anytime soon.
I JUST HAD, TO ASK THE QUESTION,
WHAT'S REALLY, GOING ON?
SO I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE,
FOUND A PEAK TO PONDER ON.
ODD THINGS SEEM TO HAPPEN
AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE.
ONCE IN FICTION MOVIES,
NOW, IT'S EVERYWHERE.
NO ONE, SAW THE UPRISE.
NO ONE, SAW THE THE FALL.
OTHERS, WERE SIMPLY BLINDED,
NOT NOTICING, ANYTHING AT ALL.
PEOPLE WERE BEING BRAINWASHED,
CONGLOMERATES WERE BEING FORMED.
NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE,
TRANSHUMANISM, IS NOW THE NORM.
" "SLAVERY" IS A WAY OF LIFE."
MEANING "STAYING INSIDE THE BOX."
NEVER UNDERSTANDING,
THINKING LIKE A FOX.
NO ONE SEEMS TO REASON
SOMEHOW LOGIC DISAPPEARED.
FROM SOMEWHERE, INSIDE THE DARKNESS,
ANDRONIKOS REAPPEARS.
STREETCARS WERE ONCE ELECTRIC,
NOW CONSIDERED, IN THE PAST.
ANOTHER WAY OF SAYING,
NOTHING EVER LAST.
THOUGHTS AND WORDS ON PARCHMENT,
HAVE STOOD THE TEST OF TIME.
ELIMINATING HISTORY ,
SHOULD BE THOUGHT UPON, AS A CRIME.
Michael E. Harris
07242022
Looking into the future how might it seem?
Will the hierarchy have become supreme?
Will bio warfare become the norm?
Mutations of viruses in all shapes and form.
Will government rule, with no liberty left?
Where one’s identity, might well be bereft?
Where everyone’s tracked, for their safety of course,
And the fear ensures a need to endorse.
Will China continue its exotic trade,
Leaving a threat that another virus might just invade?
Where control is complete meaning we’re kept in the dark
And reliance on welfare leaves a picture too stark!
Will the pharmaceuticals sit on their throne
With billions to fund epidemics unknown?
Where conglomerates are narrowed to just the few
Who take full control over me and you?
Will 2020 be the point in our past,
Where we knew our freedoms would never last?
Or will we learn that our existence is more
Than the worldly goods we’re desperate to store?
Will we free ourselves and learn the truth?
Admit our world had become rather uncouth
And it took an epidemic to see the light
That humanity on Earth need not be a blight!
That this pandemic we currently face
Was not the end of the human race
And people fought the tyranny of old
Thus, an Orwellian future did not take hold!
Sometime soon many of you may get kicked around some.
Who knows, maybe you'll get picked up taken away and held for treason.
One day soon many of you will be picked at random
and all who supported you will revel in their abandon.
Everyone appears to be right on coarse
of blindly following our leaders and accepting their wars
while our children continue to get slayed in the name of fighting terrorists.
A War That Will Never End, that's what this is.
Everyone still refuses to see
how we're all losing our civil liberties.
Well, it doesn't really matter to me
if I'm seen as a tin foil hat wearing paranoid of conspiracy theories
or if I'm seen as the unknown, unpatriotic enemy
because everybody has always had to fight to live free
and I refuse to live my life as a refugee.
I can't spell it out any more clearly,
The Bush's are major conglomerates of the oil and weapons manufacturing industry.
They possess billions upon billions of dollars in contracts with the military
and are opting for, if not already a total oil industry monopoly.
So who benefits from this war on terror truly?
Who does indeed? Who does indeed?
It saddens me
To read poems of our poets
Anguish of life
And society knows it
The threat of eviction
Because no jobs can pay
Multi conglomerates
Stand in our way
Their tall buildings
Overlook our homes
Shadowing the poor
Savings they comb
Destitute families
Looking for a way out
Administration
Give them a shout
We voted you in
To change for the good
No wonder so many
Have to turned to the hood
The weight of the world
Is on us all
But the ones at the top
They rarely fall
So Corporate America
And corporates worldwide
You wouldn't be there
Without us, by your side
Written after reading James Peranteau's poem " I'll loose my little Son "
whilst listening to Tommy Shaw's " The Weight of the World "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php
We had breakfast on the Champs-Élysées this morning at Café Joyeux. Their croquet monsieur (a breakfast sandwich) was to die for - one bite can cure a hangover. They also serve a deep, rich Yirgacheffee coffee (€15 a cup) that I think God stirs with his little pinkie finger - it’s THAT good.
We took up most of the little outdoor, oval tables on the right side (there are 10 of us) and our little sorority was noisy with chatter - earning us looks. Our European vacation culminates today. We’re flying back to Georgia in a couple of hours. June seemed to drain away like water.
The minion my Grandmère charged with coordinating our vacation, François, breakfasted with us. He’s one of the flock of Sorbonne Université MBAs she recruits each year to infuse new energy into her conglomerates.
He briefed us on our departure and flight. His imposition of definitive order and advance planning allowed us a casual and carefree sense of travel. In an ideal world, he’d coordinate my entire life.
He’s been on-call all month but joined us, off and on - like when we arrived in Doublin, at customs, to smoothly guide us through and again, similarly, in Paris.
He’s 26, very handsome and model looking. He’s perfectly tailored, with an elegant yet minimalist style. He wears dark shirts of admiral and yale blue with long black jackets and gray slacks with no tie. His hair is a hipster straight, blonde fringe.
He’s so perfect that I wouldn’t put it past my Grandmère to have placed him in front of me, like bait, to see if something with us sparked-off.
He’s Frenchly brisk and yet dryly solicitous - as if I have the power to sanction his position, which, in a way I suppose I do.
“How’s François doing?” Grandmère would ask, each time we talked.
“He’s wonderful,” I said, “I think he’s a keeper.”
“Good, good for him.” she would reply - making the comment sound almost sly.
The paradox of this enigma
I am an enigma...
I am a paradox...
What am I?
Here's a clue...
I am used to put out fires...
but I burn too...
you can't see me but I exist...
you can't touch me but I'm real...
I am liquid, but I'm a gas too..
I am a river but you can't swim in me
I am H2O but...
you can't brush your teeth with me
what am I?
I am...
not a naturally occurring substance
I am... an anomaly
I am a man made
paradox that should
not exist but I do
I am...
water contaminated
with methane gas.
Methane gas sometimes
is released into the groundwater
contaminating it.
Now gas companies and
their conglomerates will tell you
that it is not true that
fracking the earth is
not causing the problem
and what is new?
polluters not taking responsibility
for their actions!
I know!
amazing right!
Meanwhile homeowners
cannot drink their
tap water and rivers are dying
all over the world.
All in the name of independence
to be self sufficient
in regards to fossil fuels.
Just one more evident
demonstration of how
poorly humans
are managing this planet.
Soon, very soon,
they will have to pay
not with money
but with their lives.
This is not a threat
just speaking truth.
See Revelation 11:18
where God says he
"will bring to ruin those ruining the earth"
what a glorious day that will be!
John Derek Hamilton
April 25,2016
In my perfect world let me ponder my thoughts
And tell you what should be, a world that's not fraught
To live side by side all colours and race
Before we implode and forever loose face
Protect all our children as they are our world's tomorrow
Appease their hurt and diminish their sorrows
Determine a sentence if your prepared to take life
Why should you live and leave others in strife
If the punishment declares that you live behind bars
Innocent animals are caged they never left any scars
Curtail the conglomerates who believe they are higher
Ceiling their profits and limit their acquire
Before they mine, deforest or drill
A down payment to be paid to compensate any spill
Health care to be made free for one and all
For those without Dollar why should they fall
To have to pay for a child knocked down by a car
It's a disgrace in our society that it's come this far
Schooling for all from kindergarten to graduation
Even University no pupil donation
If our country desires to prosper for it's future grow
Our working taxes should be suffice to allow it to flow
In all our cities, villages and towns
Keep our kids of the streets before they become clowns
For every population ratio, community centres to be built
By conglomerate profits that fester their guilt
Jobs to be created for many tasks to be met
Like coastal corrosion and border control to be set
There are many vast lands on our planet we call earth
So much space to be used, so deploy it for it's worth
Why can't we build pipelines bringing water to parched lands
Run by the government, creating jobs with these plans
Go down the green road using what nature creates
Wind farms and wave energy and become her soul mate
The above could all happen because we voted them in
If they don't do what they say, it's political sin
For my perfect world I have shared my thoughts
Please enjoy my words to your table I've brought
Rain top canopy
Sea of green
Spread like a carpet
For any Amazon Queen
Meandering flows
Delta bound
Fresh and sea
River down
Indigenous tribes
Never seen
In tranquil peace
Below the green
Nature blessed
This basin of life
Diversity of species
Jaguar to wood lice
But this modern day
Even by the hour
Mans machines
Deforest, devour
What comes of the tribes
Their jungle zoo
As these world conglomerates
Do as they do
There has to be change
Before all greenery falls
We have to adjust
Before the bell tolls
The nations so might
At the table sit down
Preserve this wonder
With World Heritage Crown
Amazonia
Modern and tribal
If we continue to maim
Raped suicidal
Don’t you see where you are
There was a time you wouldn’t tolerate
People thinking for themselves
You pass your judgments
And you made decisions to never last
You were the dominant voice
The ideology behind every mans choice
You believed in what you knew
And you knew no more than what you were told
We’ve come too far near for change
You were the leader
You were a generation of unopposed cheaters
You assassinated
You told stories of finer fabrication
You fought for patriotism, you fought for pride
Seldom did you put your integrity aside
You made no rights to be considered civil
You preyed on anyone who was thought to be liberal
You expressed your Marxist theories
You denied the working class it’s values
You sat me on the back of the bus
You told your children to fear me
We’ve come too far near for change
You formed conglomerates
And biased political party’s
In 63 you showed very little sympathy
Oh how you shook the wind from me
You told me I was only a third of a person
You scolded that my days would worsen
You defined anti-Semitism in less than four years
And before this, you path a trail of tears
Walk with me this way
You know things will not be okay
God bless a cease fire
For a present day Vietnam provokes war this day
We’ve come too far near for change
So mothers and children
Fathers and pilgrims
Settle the sky’s
For there are no frontiers left to pry
The rivers in which you wade
Have been drained too tire
From a followers coming of age
Script your life, live your days
Press your quill to this page
Is this what you ask for
A patent at your door
No more Marconi’s
No more hero’s or displeasures
Only a world lost and lonely
Are we too far near for change