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The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
You know you live in a democracy,
When you can vote and come away with two hands,
When most prisoners come out of their sentence alive,
You know you live in a democracy.
You know you live in a democracy ,
When leaders have an exit strategy when they lose an election.
When bullet proof glass is never a sale item,
You know you live in a Democracy.
You know you live in a democracy,
When women can stand for the highest office.
When you see the police turn the other cheek sometimes,
You know you live in a democracy.
You know you live in a democracy,
When family connections can only take you so far.
When joining a union is not a death sentence,
You know you live in a democracy.
You know you live in a democracy,
When legal aid is a thing,
When you can take a private prosecution against a politician,
You know you live in a democracy.
You know you live in a democracy,
When women are free to apply for any occupation.
The word, "Cancer"
Perhaps the scariest
in the English language.
There's no easy way
to come to grips
with this deadly,
unforgiving disease.
It doesn't respect
age or gender.
Unimaginable
the tremendous damage
It inflicts
on the human body,
how it badly ages sufferers
physically.
Cruel, what it does
to one's spirit;
the excruciating pain
it causes
An absolute nightmare
of a disease!
Oftentimes,
it invades the body
unbidden
And wreaks havoc.
It claims
far too many lives
on a daily basis.
Not even non-smokers.
are immune.
The odds of surviving cancer
grim, if detected late.
But the good news is,
it's not an automatic
death sentence.
To anyone
battling cancer...
hold onto hope,
fight on!
With your support system
and God
right by your side
You'll beat it.
Date written: 05/31/2019
…obliterated night of the seven seasons
tickets and thickets and trains collide
into the cliché of licking tongues
wed to the bred moan of capitalism
(grinning gothic gremlin) smile of a nurse
before the coma saturates the elliptical
thought of the ghost mutes trepidation
(ride the crest of the adder’s riddle)
infested with scales of karma flaking
magic merging with the indifferent
Earth (and the sky implodes anxiety)
--a voice says crawl back to childhood—
innocence is an oblivious death-sentence
terminated without punctuation (again her)
approval is a mark of degeneration (descend
-ing) linked aphasia is the coded dance of night
…sour taste in the heart as the mouth spouts
…verbs of deeds painted like profanity
…I see her riding the obelisk of risk
…until the tendrils lie
shivered awake by mourning nothingness
thrown back within the iris of truth
drowning in the colors of reason…
I felt that it was all my fault
But i am the victim of sexual assault.
Nobody seems to see it that way
I wish I could just fade.
I was quiet for what felt eternity
But I found peace in that impurity.
I really wanted to show what was going inside me,
But rather they eyed me,
I found none to whom I can confide in,
Because no one could understand my silence.
I felt embarrassed of myself,
But should I be?
Bcuz I had no control over my body,
He did.
I often think, people like me
Will Actually get true equity?
Justice for what happened,
justice for what's going to happen
Justice for people like me,
Is death sentence enough?
Death is nothing infront of what
I've been through,
But nobody can feel it
Because they are not in my shoe
let me tell you this,
It requires a lot of courage for a rape survival
to survive.
The night comes
in a dark shadow
through a scene
of a battlefield
enfold with a
shattered dream
comes a legacy
of a story to tell
the streets remain in a
silent echo on the stage
whisper of wind
murmur in shed tears
in every breath of life
is at a state of crisis
with a convey message
by a death sentence
from the disaster war
bring a sense of fear
from the witness
of the atomic bomb
consume the soul
with despair
sending a chill down
to the spine
haunted by the
pass ghostly spirit
through the breeze
of dancing thick air
scattered mask fright
filled the atmosphere
with terror
memory imprinted
with heartbreak
of a sorrow
in the lost land
that it calls home
Written By: Hanh Chau
the eyes of evil
blankly stare with hate and rage
the eyes of evil
judged then passed a death sentence
upon humanities fate
across sundays sand
happy laughter turned to screams
across sundays sand
the innocent cried tears red
as the golden glow darkened
the tidal current
swirled with hatred and despise
the tidal current
flowed with the abysses darkness
to an enmity innate
the innocent died
to the dark hands of hatred
the innocent died
to the crackles echoing
as they cut the sabbaths dusk
the shattered moments
when all society mourns
the shattered moments
the white doves of peace tears fall
now, the pressure cooker boils
Radical planet friendly measures
equals earning kudos as unsung hero
(think environmental/carbon footprint)
nearly absolute zero
while global population quarantine
suspension of civil rights
would never fly with trumpeting pharaoh.
Since United States economically crippled
(as well rest of world wide web)
courtesy coronavirus fallout rippled
analogous, whereby Mother Earth
(Gaia's) motley crew psyches stippled.
Golden nugget opportunity whence
twenty first century man/womankind
can make figurative about face
humanity undergoes tense
fossil fuel powered civilization
intricate tapestry doth unwind
(COVID-19) wreaking havoc
among flu fighting village people
constituting human race
shifting radical paradigm
toward renewable resources
alas me dogmatic karma credit
thinks green new deal
(Paine fully) common sense
to any doubting Thomas
since global governments
currently flattened, gutted,
hobbled, immobilized, jackknifed
martial law restricts
impugns verity capitalistic
(re: cannibalistic planetary exploitation)
acquiescing higglety pigglety
free for all
(Alfred E. Neuman wannabes) madcap
(spy versus spy chase
explicit green lighting
global (fiery red) desecration rents
linkedin multitude innocent
flora and fauna violently asunder
ethos predicated upon
vandalistic, monopolistic, capitalistic...
manifest destiny codas enshrined
no matter indigenous tribes genocide
horrifically did erase
place names benign injustice
underestimates true value
native peoples legacy
impossible mission feebly
conjuring bloody events
sacred treaties scotched, revoked, quashed...
accentuating death sentence signed
obliterating rightful heirs amazing grace
storied proud nations traduced
as agents provocateur
cruelly prodded to adopt
offense and/or defense
inevitably pushed off their sacred lands
today their abysmal existential nihilistic crisis
crushing, damning, punishing... poverty
testament how third eye blind
turned away s as to avoid witnessing
tears for fears etching staind face.
Pressure
To be good. To be great. Wait -
No -
To be exceptional.
To be the best and nothing less
To fill your mind with constant stress
Like a never-ending test
To dominate every field of expertise
And be nothing short of perfection
All with a smile,
That withstands the weight of generations
Yet -
It still not be enough
The world is tough on a black person
Standards were written against us
No matter the blueprint, they just changed the foundation
Propogandered a lie, to sell to countless of nations
That objectivity favoured white faces
Using this lie of superiority, throughout the ages
Conforming to a society that would never accept us
It is either the imprisonment by white rule -
Or the threat of a death sentence,
This is control used as a manipulative tool
Either way we are destined for a life so cruel
Being black meant the constant pressure To deal with ridicule
They suffocate us with a role to perform
Used to change us, to conform
No script, no practice, just a platform
Forced into a role we didn't ask for
This is not dramatised, this is real life manipulation
Pressure upon pressure, with added expectations
They expect us to be perfect, yet in their eyes white is perfection
Their ideal world is black without identity
If we don't have that we don't have memory
Of our ancestors, of our history
They drown us in their insecurity
To steal us of our liberty
The pressure unloaded onto us
Is second hand worthlessness
It was never ours to hold
It was just the lies they sold
They saw everything we've accomplished
And just like our land, stole our bodies -
To build and to break, to re-establish
Into corruptible zombies
Born of Irish blood
In Beveridge, Victoria
Descending into
Violence euphoria
At an early age
Notoriety was there
Arrested so young
He did not care
Stringybark Creek was the turning point
Three officers slain
Led the law to appoint
Felons Apprehension Act 1865
All outlaws
Need not be taken alive
Euroa and Jerilderie
Banks of these towns
Next in their rampage
To be taken down
The day was nearing
For this outlaw gang
As his brother Dan
Took another man down
1880, 27th of June
The gang assemble at the local saloon
Hostages taken at the Glenrowan Inn
Is it the end for these outlaws
The end of their sins
Within the Inn
The gang adorned
Armour plating
Like knights of old
Body plate and helmet strong
To learn their fete
As the night grows long
Dawn on Monday the 28th of June
From the inn he emerges, to meet his doom
Firing as he walks, bullets flying
Off his armour they bounce
His reputation dying
He survived to stand trial
The death sentence was passed
Hanged by the state
This outlaws last gasp