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My dear child
To the evils of man,
I don't have any defense for them
I only created him to go forth
And they've done so ignoring my guidance
I'm sorry you have to go through all this
I see darkness creep and you slowly breaking away,
while you were well, you had already healed
Sorry that you being put all through this
How I wish you found your way
I'm sorry I made you strong
That's why you only depend on yourself
You rarely talk to me and I know why
Because I've not given you the answers to your questions
I've left you on your own means
But know I watch over you even in your strife
Even in this particular struggle I'll soften some hearts
So that atleast some days make sense
Because you've been in a storm for far too long
That your mind is clouded up it can't see the path to tread
My dear child
To the evils of man,
I can't speak for them
I created them but they have their way
Way of making things difficult for everyone
I didn't design life to be this hard
But hearts, hearts change so fast
That's why it's hard to know what to expect
I'm not surprised at what lengths human beings can go
Just to put each other down
I'm sorry I brought the divide
Back in the time of Babel
I guess that's why generations born after
Were born with contempt from the previous generation
And that's why human beings seem to work against each other
I hope you find your way eventually
You amaze me at just how far you've come
It will be sad if you were to give up now
For you'll never get to know what's in store
And then you'll even have more questions for me
The PO£T
In the defense of what!
There is a foster child called Nato his is big and strong fed burgers all his life, his father has had enough tells him there is no pocket money at all He has to go to his family in Europe ask them to support him, but they will not because they sold the family silver long ago, Nato sinks into despair and disappear from public life, except for a bar called EU’s run by a Portuguese bloke and his gal from Germany and according to rumors have an hot affair, but they do well with hangers on like the Norwegian who openly cried when he lost a place among those who thinks they are relevant
Such a commotion this morning on my lawn
Way out, so I had to get closer to see what it was
At first I thought someone had left a bunch of colorful equipment out.
But then I noticed it was fast-moving, like blowing, rolling litter.
As I got close I saw it was sixteen cats playing football.
Wearing bright neon helmets of all different colours.
They wore jerseys too, with numbers, all ending in nine.
In honor of cats having nine lives I suppose.
They did not know much about football though.
Every one of them was trying to be the quarterback,
fighting over the ball, no defense whatsoever.
And why were they all wearing different colored jerseys and helmets?
I sat in a lawn chair and watched. Wondering about this weird game.
It was not a football. It was a giant catnip ball.
They were all rolling and jumping. A feline frenzy.
They had so many pile ups, I began to laugh.
None of them noticed. They were in the throes of the catnip catch.
I gave them a wide berth, returning a few hours later to pick up their debris.
Most of their jerseys were off. Some were still wearing helmets.
They were lying in an upside down huddle, in a variety of contorted positions.
I tiptoed away quietly.
Not wanting to disturb their cat naps.
(I wrote this PRIOR to the election, but many of the same questions remain)
I cannot tell you where I stand,
I don't know what to think,
Our beloved country, USA
Is standing on the brink.
The candidates for POTUS
Are questionable, at best,
And I cringe to think what each might do
When they're finally put to test.
See, one is spreading vitriol,
The other lies at length,
And their affinity for bickering
Just saps our nation's strength.
They seem to have forgotten
They're supposed to be our "voice",
And the selfish aims they represent
Just further clouds our choice.
I've never been more worried
About the future that's in sight,
And what our votes may bring about,
Whether leaning left or right.
I'm beleaguered for my children,
And for my grandkids, too,
For this eventuate selection
Will impinge on all they do.
The problems that we're facing,
As a people and a land,
Have never been more critical
Than the issues now at hand.
Our economy and human rights
Are balancing on edge,
And terrorism spreads unchecked
As the caliphate is fed.
New racial tensions plague us,
Foreign policies are unclear,
Immigration needs attention,
Health insurance crises near.
Our defense systems are ailing,
Our penal system weak,
Our cyber systems vulnerable,
And crime has reached a peak.
Our preference is for party lines
Over unity, of late,
And it seems we've traded kindness
For animosity and hate.
Never in my memory
Has this country needed more,
A leader with true character
And integrity at their core.
Yet as we enter crunch time
The lesser evil seems the choice,
For our votes will have no confidence
As we lack a steadfast voice.
I wish our path was clearer
As election day draws close,
And I wish I could be hopeful
For the land I love the most.
So, I'm praying for a miracle
And a light to shine the way,
But I fear we're at dear mercy's sake,
For our beloved USA.
As we speak,
My children and I are famished
Our fireplace is cold
Our pots are empty
It is may, but it feels like December
Our thatched roof is covered with mud
And our barns ravaged by corruption
Our ears, cranium are saturated with pledges
But we thirst for truth
As we speak,
We see blaring, blazing sun but no light
The moon, stars dangle over our head
But all we see is shadows, darkness
We have minister of power
But remain powerless
We have a labor minister but remain redundant
We have teachers but no experience
We have armed forces, no security
We have minister of defense
But remain defenseless:
Consistently and continually defaced, clobbered
By Boko Haram, kidnappers and masquerading kirkmen
As we speak,
We have rivers
But remain immutably thirsty,
Wash our dirty linen with spittle;
While we await
A prophetic proclamation
To liberate us from decades of decadence and oppression
As we speak,
We have laws but lack equity
We have brothers but no curators
We have brain but lack logic
We have power, no knowledge
As we speak,
The more we think, ponder
The less we evolve
The more we project and visualize
The less we discern
As we speak.....
Impoverished souls on the defense view life
through broken mirrors,
as the illusion of shattered dreams appear
to be reflected
The complex nature of their lives makes them
feel that they're inferior,
but it's the thoughts that they project that need
to be rejected
The problems they've erected are only a
symptom of their plight,
but they're blind to this fact of life & are lost
within its field
It's a nightmare that they're living that they
revisit every night,
as they sleep on fertile ground blind to the
power that it yields
Sometimes seeds can be planted without you
knowing they've hit the ground,
& are bound to grow regardless but it's a must
you till the grounds
Some are lost in the type of dream that makes
it difficult to be found,
because they evade its lucid nature & stay
asleep through all the sounds
Time no longer exist between you and me
Space is something that locks a door between
will and what will be
Dreams are just illusions I let myself pretend
Memories are the facts I establish
to make my court room stand
Pain is my witness that will not be denied
Love is my defense dressed in all it's pride
Rain, the number of tears
and wishes my sunshine
Hope and Faith are one in the same
message in my mind
Yet and still every year
this question I must ask
For it has been decreed
that I must do this task
Sence love is time and time is love
and love doesn't always pass
Will you be my Valentine
this year and through the last
(As always this time of year this is for my April)
In Defense of Narcissistic Needs
Upon hearing a challenging message
requesting clarification for how some public policy
or rhetorical event
is also a public health-growing procedure,
do not bother to respond like a WinWin discerning adult
to the questioning messenger.
Instead,
personally attack the messenger,
the medium,
the massive media,
the too-liberal with questions questioners,
assuming a WinLose competitive agenda
rather than a cooperative open-systemic inquiry
rooted in health-systemic integrity
of compassionately transparent
vulnerable discernment,
actively hoping for WinWin
mutually-held truths
values
healthy norms
For both private
and public
LeftWing and RightWing
non-violent communicating procedures.
Benjamin Netanyahu,
you once stood as a symbol of Israel’s resolve,
but power gained through fear and manipulation
is a flame that burns its master first.
You rose through the ranks
on speeches of security and pride,
but history has already spoken—
the tears of Gaza will not be washed away by silence.
Every forty-five minutes, a child died,
and the world watched—
but the soul of humanity did not.
You used democracy as a shield,
and genocide as a tactic.
But let this be known:
Crime is not policy,
Genocide is not defense,
And justice delayed is never justice denied.
You weaponized trauma,
turned memory into modern tyranny.
Silenced dissent, painted resistance as terror,
and called mass murder “self-defense.”
But power, when abused,
invites its own destruction.
The world—Jews, Muslims, Christians, and seekers of peace—
has awakened.
The global voice is no longer a whisper.
It is a roar.
We, the citizens of Earth, demand:
You will be tried and prosecuted,
Not by vengeance,
But by the International Criminal Court,
Under the very laws you mocked.
With you, every architect of this atrocity—
every profiteer, every silent partner—
shall face the reckoning.
This is no call for blood,
but a call for law, truth, and moral repair.
Let history remember:
No flag shields the criminal,
No alliance protects the tyrant,
And no lie outlives the truth.
The world has turned.
The streets have spoken.
The survivors remember.
The innocent are watching.
And justice, though slow, walks with sure steps.
Gladiator
Chosen from slaves
Trained to fight
He was placed in an arena
A sword and shield his only defense
He fought and killed
Spilling the blood of a hundred onto the sand
His final match he fought bravely
Defeated the emperor spared his life
Never fighting again he was bound
Tied between two pillars of stone
Naked, he showed the scars of a thousand beatings
He learned so long ago how to live in pain
Whips with steel tipped leather ripped his skin
A morning ritual for the rich
Sand was ground into open wounds
Flies ate their fill from his flesh
He always stood mute
He never showed the pain or any feelings
Alas he tied a horrific death
Beaten so badly that knew one knew who he was
He was born a slave
He fought as a warrior
He became a hero
He ended up as a martyr
Dying at the hand of a tyrant
He never once talked
He never told anyone
He died with the secrets of the arena
Once again he was a hero
Even in death
He was a gladiator