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There’s a political party
that’s just obsessed with race,
all their power is built on it,
it’s rather a disgrace.
It started centuries ago
defending slavery,
campaigning for long decades to
keep blacks as property.
And when some other people said,
“Maybe this isn’t right,”
this party declared civil war,
began a bitter fight
that lasted four horrific years,
six hundred thousand dead,
and tore the whole country apart,
left out fields stained in red.
Then, when forced to admit defeat,
they thought up a new plan,
Jim crow would crush the now-free blacks,
and call them ‘boy,’ not man,
suppress all their natural rights
send men in white to scare,
make folks bow to their Klu Klux Klan,
to get elected there.
They then used their power to block
all anti-lynching laws,
segregated the bureaucracy
to advance their sick cause.
When even this wasn’t enough
to restrain southern blacks,
the party chose to filibuster
the damn Civil Rights Act!
And when this technique didn’t work
they got insidious,
they created the welfare state,
said, “You should vote for us.”
Bought black souls off with big hand-outs,
no men needed, cash for free!
Destroyed the urban work ethic
and the black family.
Now children grow up without dads
and fall to gang-banging,
people are told they can’t succeed,
there is no use in trying.
Somehow they have done more damage
then even slavery could,
this party knows it’s crushing souls,
and that it does them good.
As long as blacks are miserable,
as long as they’re kept poor,
this party can just buy their votes
with the temptation of more.
Worse still, this party has declared
skin is ‘identity,’
that they can decide, by your flesh,
what a person believes.
One is ‘oppressor,’ one is ‘oppressed,’
one other half-way stuck,
they see no individuals,
don’t believe in that stuff.
They have their nice categories,
insist you must belong,
if your resist they call you slurs,
get your fired…that’s just wrong.
There’s a party of racism,
there’s no contesting that.
You ask what is this party named?
We call them Democrats.
Who or what was this Gretna Green? I oft' did ponder
And English heroine or a fetching greensward? I oft' did wonder!
I learned on my bewildering computer and with my 'cyclopedia at hand,
'Tis a village amid the brae and heather in the South of Scotland!
The Scots are renowned for their haggis and kilts of tartan plaid,
The elusive Loch Ness Monster and the finest whiskey to be had!
Lesser know is the village of Gretna Green and its colorful past,
Where hordes of couples fled to wed without being harassed!
In 1754 the Brits passed A Marriage Act that changed the town forever,
Decreeing if under age twenty-one, from their folks they could not sever.
Soooo, if neither could obtain the necessary parental consent,
Off to Gretna Green they'd elope - this grave restriction to circumvent!
Gretna Green is the first town just north of the English border.
There, lovers fled to unite their lives sans parental warder!
The blacksmith on a road called "Headless Cross" was their destination;
There, an "anvil priest" legally hitched them up with little hesitation!
The "anvil" has since become the symbol of Gretna Green,
Since at the blacksmith shop is where eloping couples would convene!
There, the "anvil priest" "forged" a union that each did cherish,
Leaving enraged mums and dads seething back in the local parish!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Some children growing up in towns,
Wear sallow faces, sullen frowns.
Streetwise urchins, Jack the lads,
Reminiscent of their dads.
Guttersnipes roam nine to five,
Scrounging food banks to survive.
Toerags daily flout the rules,
Playing truant from rundown schools.
Destitutions plain to see,
With children trapped in poverty.
Urban dwellings, tumbldown,
In the poorest parts of town.
Suburban children lives are fine,
Where peevish youngsters often whine.
For pocket money, mobile phones,
Sadly lacking strong backbones.
Little lords and lady muck,
Born with silver spoons to suck.
Dolly daydreams, demand, designer dresses,
Constantly combing cioffured tresses.
Horrid Hooray Henries, haughty asses,
Pretend to be from upper classes.
Riding lessons, will, in due course,
See little madams gain their own horse.
Suburban life is plain to see,
Where children live in luxury.
Upmarket homes maintained with care,
The sweet smell of success, everywhere.
But the beating heart of any town,
Are children neither up nor down.
These children work hard to succeed,
While helping those who are in need.
Down to earth, no airs or graces,
Pleasant smiles upon their faces.
They live in solid stone abodes,
Down narrow streets and cobbled roads.
No leafy lanes for these progenies,
That are the blossoms on their family trees.
10/ 8/ 2019.
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Dads back, I hear his heavy tread,?
mum pretends not to hear.?
?
The Kitchen door opens?
he knuckles me on the back of the head,?
this is his one affectionate gesture,?
he had others, but those he keeps for special occasions,?
like when a women I was told to call ‘aunty Doris'?
and he were alone.?
?
Mother does not turn toward him,?
but I know her eyes are wet with dry sherry.?
“Fifteen minutes”. She says?
that’s how long it takes to slow cook 2 sausages.?
Dad nods to her back,?
goes to the fridge, hooks out a cold one.?
?
I have made a kind of boat with my mash,?
the gravy is inside it,?
I imagine sailors bailing. The boat is barely afloat,?
I keep bailing? also
hoping my life won’t sink today.
© 3 days ago
Kick - A - Cola
Endorsement money
Sports entertainment
Ethics and commerce
Challenged are values
……..” I don’t like
……..that my Son
………drinks Coke “
..Now that was lament
..Of Christiano Ronaldo
..Now: Kicks - A - Cola
Dad finally moved those bottles
Love for his son Vs. endorsement
A battle A game that must be won
How can a sportsman endorse poison
Not late for other dads to emulate him
The sporty father- set a new standard
As spectators let us not get carried by
Those 4Billion$ hit on the Coke shares
That may well be another game, arena
Applaud the sportsmanship on display
A father finally decided to Play the ball
No more a clothes hanger, finally a Dad
.
Can stop here but to complete the image
The bottle in center stage, biggest Brand
What is the content - sugar water untruth
.
“There is nothing in Coke that is good 4 U”
Yo Man! why then promote this mix in sport
“Inside the leather bag you are a consumer
“Entertained consumer Deluded to - core”
Someone puncture the veneer kick free
Primate-consumer-consumable-ate
Strangely one of biggest brands
A billion cans opened per min.
A 60 Billion $ market cap
…Am I divided…...Figures and
….On 1 hand ………….justification
…..Passion ………………..Built upon-
…..Another ?……………...…Deception & Untruth
Can I sail on 2 ………….……..C’mon Give it a
Boats or give a …………………..BOOT
Poem on Christiano Ronaldo moving Coke bottle
Gangs are here
And their here to stay
Going about their day to day
Harassing me
Harassing you
Infidels in our Human Zoo
Triads, Yakuza
The Wild West
Terrorised townsfolk
With their gangland zest
Mafia, Nizari
Guys like Al Capone
Persecuted the innocents
Never leaving them alone
Identification through various ways
Communication
Street says
Tattoos, piercings
Dressed sense too
The Gangs of our Human Zoo
Members are many
In certain cities
Victimise the weak
Pick on the pity
These are kids
Of mums and dads
What makes them
Turn out so bad
Brothers, sisters
No questions asked
Shot and knifed
A Gangland task
It makes them no better
Than you or me
We are the difference
A different sanity
Your Pain will be temporary but eternal glory awaits
You will rise to the top through heavens pearly white gates
You will tell the whole world how low for you life became
And just like a phoenix how you rose from the flame
you have been chosen to lead one of god’s special tribes
so trust in whats happening and in the words that you scribe
your tribulations and trials you bravely took on yourself
so when your army descended they’d always have a good health
you’ll feel every emotion from fear love hate and elation
these are your most precious gifts for you to share with the nation
I will bless your loving family with a strength from up high
To hear truth in your voices and see trust in your eyes
A special blessing i’ll bestow upon each one of you
So precious and powerful trusted in just a few
My dear brother Andrew live your life to this rule
A foolish man rides a stallion but the learned a mule
So tell me how much worse it gets so I can be prepared
My worry is i’ll go to far and that’s what makes me scared
Difficulty seeing who’s a friend or a foe
Letting intrigue beat sense which hardly leads to a no
I feel crowded in an empty room and deafened by no sound
My brain is playing hide and seek but logic can’t be found
Im tired each and every day from building my defence
To shield the world from what I feel
inside that’s so intense
Stop and listen to my voice that I shall send to thee
If then I feel your true desire my presence you will see
A promise made upon thy name and never will be broken
The time when peace resides within your ears will hear what’s spoken
You plan your life around a clock that only has one hand
use guess work in the times in life to run or when to stand
As efforts are misplaced and focused in the wrong direction
Your children are in desperate need of there dads protection
This will last for a moment but a vital part of your lifes plan
So cast your eyes far and wide and take in all that you can
Your mind shall repair and your strength be restored
Your words shall be heard as if a lion has roared
Forgiveness be given and never spoke of again
Your joy will be felt 10 fold more than your pain
So trust in all of what prompts in your heart
That is the journey towards a fresh start
There was an eeriness surrounding the silence of the moon
There were no bird sounds, but lots of craters formed like a lagoon.
I was in disbelief, for it was nothing like I thought it would be.
I thought there would be a man in the moon smiling at me.
No man in the moon, only hard rocks, and no good soil at all.
I shivered in the cold air – a bitter temperature in the fall.
Whose idea was this? I wondered, looking around for my Dad.
He was actually wearing the largest smile he had ever had.
Okay, I thought. I can stand this now, for his sake.
He was as giddy as a school girl as he picked up a rake.
Look at these rocks! He said. So wonderful and fine!
Out of all the Dads, I have to admit I am glad that he is mine.
when I look at all the data in regards to our youth and teens
the statistics are frightening and to me it seems
that our children are now more at risk when it comes to sex, guns, drugs and drink
the enemy is aggressively targeting them as they are our weakest link
the risk of surviving is what our children now have to face
the risk of disease, the risk of death, the risk of just being in the wrong place
unfortunately they don't desire to listen to what their parents have to say
they think they're grown and too quick to reply "let me do it my way"
they feel that as parents we don't respect their wishes and desires
they fail to see that we only want them to achieve and aspire
as parents we've gone through what they've yet to experience in life
we lived through the risks we encountered the same struggles and strife
our children can't seem to understand nor comprehend
that we ourselves were children long before them
and the only way that we were able to have matured and grown
was to accept the instructions and advice from parents of our own
the risky business of just living is what we want to eliminate
so that our children don't get caught up in the danger before its to late
it wouldn't hurt to raise your children up in the ways of Jesus the Christ
and then pray that they will never stray from it in life
and as parents to never forget our own rebellious years
when we sent our moms and dads into states of despair
talk to your children with empathy and a godly demeanor
introduce them to Jesus the Christ and hope they become believers
so that those risky businesses that are always lurking around
will never have the opportunity to take our children down
encourage your kids, support your teens, talk to and treat them with respect
don't be too quick to judge nor admonish for then you they will reject
the risky business the dangers in life is what we desire to keep away
in order for us to raise productive and positive adults one day
What have I got to do to make you love me
Why won't you love back
How am I supposed to love me
When you won't even look at me back
I am starring at the man in the mirror
And no 1 is starring back
It's like I am a vampire
Awash in cold blood
And crocodile tears
The years have been unkind to
Like sad songs and the rights of those I have wronged
I wrote on the back of a postcard to my Dad
How wonderful life is with you in my world
When the Doctor had given him less than a month to live
Stealing every intake of breath
Loved to death
Leader of our family rag tag band
If only I could hold your soft hands
One final time
I could love myself again
Love Like your everything