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THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR THE FIRST BURNING BUSH
A DEMONIC DEMOCRACY
“We interrupt regularly scheduled programming to present the President”……
And yet he just keeps talking
No verbiage can he espouse that I would ever care to hear
While all I see is smoke and a lot of fragile mirrors
Besides, he’s interrupting “The Price Is Right”
And the only redeeming value of this entire exercise in futility is that there are no commercials
But then again, when will I have time to grab a snack?
But then again, this is one show I can leave for ten minutes
And know precisely what has happened
Which is much of nothing
Inquirers ask about bombs, terrorists and terror on the other side of the globe
As his words defile the robe he dons with vanity and the devaluation of veracity
And the honesty he dodges like the soldiers ducking bullets
in the god forsaken place he ordered them with authority and impunity to
An acrid and arid area where deserts breed dishonesty
While lies about a misguided agenda vie with reality
And insult the reporters who flank him in awareness
Glancing sideways at the way he jousts with injustice
As he stands there with an icy stare daring indifference
And a shrug of the shoulders our country rests upon
And yet, he just keeps talking
They interrupted my favorite game show for a show of force
Or, more appropriately, a show of farce
And his cognizant awareness of fairness is sparse
While he reveals himself with a condescending attitude by a man with no conscience
And no viable discipline that he can ascribe to righteousness
His is a partisan program wherein donkeys have a tug of war with elephants
And in the end the rope will finally snap before a winner is declared
Nor is bloodiness spared
Because no one really wins when mutual loss is a matter of course
And there are no benefits to a battle fought in silence
Where too many people remain mute as their enemies follow suit
As secrets slay the demon in democracy
And yet he just keeps talking……
“We now return you to regularly scheduled programming”
© 2012.…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
The way I never wrote before
How can I write of love
In a dying world
Whose dying victims themselves
Are far deprived of life
Before they could ever live
Is a same to the leaders
If there best is all we are now
How could we still live in same ways
Despite we pray for a batter days
All this long past times
Yet we must wait
Cos our request always is
A quest of no change
The world is dying in intoxication
Even our minds are not excluded
Are we meant to die this way
Why was I born
The way I never wrote before
I was asked to be patience
And never cry
It looks like am strange
To see how deceit is the author
Of our existing existence
Yet our reality keeps bleeding
How can we continue living in lie
Why must all we need be always
Aline with fighting
The profit of the wicked
Is the crys of the poor
The destructive ideology
From the top is the devaluation
Of the life's of the commoners
Whose dependency is from
The same direction that destroys
His or her livelyhood
The way I never wrote before
From an innocent mind
To a heart of a lion
The man with a heart of God
Surely will never be defeated
Cos he is from the origin
From the source that cleans up
The mess of a devilish agenda
He is different in speaking
His opinions attract humanity
And his actions courses him
A physical attack
They don't like when you don't follow
You must be part of the sheep
So for their power to be the only
Rule to up hold if not death
Will knock on our doors
Do we still want to keep sleeping
In the diversity of shames or
Are we willing to be the humans
We are meant to be
The way I never wrote before
Don't forget the power in you
Remember you got powers too
You can change your mind
You can change a dying world
If you soul will
You don't deserve less
You are part of the universe
So bleed but live
Speak cos you will die too
You don't have to be liked
Just to die in shame
Do all you can to save your love
Cos the redemption of mankind
Is not in the hands of greedy ones
A DEMONIC DEMOCRACY
“We interrupt regularly scheduled programming to present the President”……
And yet he just keeps talking
No verbiage can he espouse that I would ever care to hear
While all I see is smoke and a lot of fragile mirrors
Besides, he’s interrupting “The Price Is Right”
And the only redeeming value of this entire exercise in futility is that there are no commercials
But then again, when will I have time to grab a snack?
But then again, this is one show I can leave for ten minutes
And know precisely what has happened
Which is much of nothing
Inquirers ask about bombs, terrorists and terror on the other side of the globe
As his words defile the robe he dons with vanity and the devaluation of veracity
And the honesty he dodges like the soldiers ducking bullets
in the god forsaken place he ordered them with authority and impunity to
An acrid and arid area where deserts breed dishonesty
While lies about a misguided agenda vie with reality
And insult the reporters who flank him in awareness
Glancing sideways at the way he jousts with injustice
As he stands there with an icy stare daring indifference
And a shrug of the shoulders our country rests upon
And yet, he just keeps talking
They interrupted my favorite game show for a show of force
Or, more appropriately, a show of farce
And his cognizant awareness of fairness is sparse
While he reveals himself with a condescending attitude by a man with no conscience
And no viable discipline that he can ascribe to righteousness
His is a partisan program wherein donkeys have a tug of war with elephants
And in the end the rope will finally snap before a winner is declared
Nor is bloodiness spared
Because no one really wins when mutual loss is a matter of course
And there are no benefits to a battle fought in silence
Where too many people remain mute as their enemies follow suit
As secrets slay the demon in democracy
And yet he just keeps talking……
“We now return you to regularly scheduled programming”
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE.…~free cee!~
A DEMONIC DEMOCRACY
“We interrupt regularly scheduled programming to present the President”……
And yet he just keeps talking
No verbiage can he espouse that I would ever care to hear
While all I see is smoke and a lot of fragile mirrors
Besides, he’s interrupting “The Price Is Right”
And the only redeeming value of this entire exercise in futility is that there are no commercials
But then again, when will I have time to grab a snack?
But then again, this is one show I can leave for ten minutes
And know precisely what has happened
Which is much of nothing
Inquirers ask about bombs, terrorists and terror on the other side of the globe
As his words defile the robe he dons with vanity and the devaluation of veracity
And the honesty he dodges like the soldiers ducking bullets
in the god forsaken place he ordered them with authority and impunity to
An acrid and arid area where deserts breed dishonesty
While lies about a misguided agenda vie with reality
And insult the reporters who flank him in awareness
Glancing sideways at the way he jousts with injustice
As he stands there with an icy stare daring indifference
And a shrug of the shoulders our country rests upon
And yet, he just keeps talking
They interrupted my favorite game show for a show of force
Or, more appropriately, a show of farce
And his cognizant awareness of fairness is sparse
While he reveals himself with a condescending attitude by a man with no conscience
And no viable discipline that he can ascribe to righteousness
His is a partisan program wherein donkeys have a tug of war with elephants
And in the end the rope will finally snap before a winner is declared
Nor is bloodiness spared
Because no one really wins when mutual loss is a matter of course
And there are no benefits to a battle fought in silence
Where too many people remain mute as their enemies follow suit
As secrets slay the demon in democracy
And yet he just keeps talking……
“We now return you to regularly scheduled programming”
© 2006.…free cee!
Satan has a story to tell
The preacher man said
Satan was a proud angel
Sent away from heaven
To earth after the wars in heaven
Clearly this simplifies that
Satan was strong too
No wonder from this religious theory
We can see his contact
To humans so obvious
If wars and Fights were born
From his story
Truly he is reigning on earth
His symbols are clear
His ways are largely adored
Truly he is a proud angel
Cos his forces is no different
From our reality
Satan has a story to tell
The preacher man said
Give your life to God
And that is certain to me
Yet I fight in a satanic atmosphere
Is difficult to breath this days
Is difficult to find a true life
Nowadays
So certainly satan is still proud
He is still reigning
His crown is never withdrawed
If not tell me why we always
Live In this mess we created
A system of devaluation
Were too many Has to suffer
For the few
Were is difficult to make a survival
Were we cant afford to live without
a systematic Control
Satan truly is proud
Cos even the few leading
Our dear planet are neither
innocent from evil
Majority are the true disciples
Of satan
Our reality can testify to it
Satan has a story to tell
The preacher man said
Satan was once a musician
In heaven
He was the best
That could hype God
Through his music
Now I understand why he
Sings to the world
Now is clear how come
He can hype our sons and daughters
To Immoralities this days
Is easy is clear on the internet
Our young minds are gradually
Fading away from moral values
So many parents are also ignorant
Truly satan is proud
He is really on top
of his throne on earth
And already created alot of awareness
Still the world is blind
We chose is an easy destructive comfort
We agree to die young
through our ignorance
Cos a world full of Immoralities
Is our sweetest satisfaction
And now we don't live long
this is the fulfilment and
the satisfaction when
Satan Has a story to tell
Zeitgeist
“ It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society ”
J. Krishnamurti
1% of the world’s population owns 40% of the planets wealth
34000 children die everyday from poverty and preventable diseases
50% of the world’s population lives on less than $2.00 a day
Only 3% of the U.S.A’s wealth actually exists as money the other 97% is digital
$1.00 in 1913 required $21.60 in 2007 to match its value; that is a 96% devaluation in 94
years since the Federal reserve came into existence
“ If there were no debts in our money system there wouldn’t be any money ”
Marriner Eccles Governor of The Federal Reserve 1941
Perpetual debt is guaranteed by the Federal Bank
Money was created in the Banking system and ultimately returns to the Banking system with
interest. Who are you working for, none other than The Banks. This is Economic slavery.
What life is there without money, when everyone must feed and house and care for
themselves we become wage slaves. Money is the most ingenious scam for social manipulation
ever created.
The majority of people in the United States have no idea that they are living off the
benefits of a clandestine empire; that today there is more slavery in the world than ever
before. The un-elected leaders of this empire are the giant corporations, the invisible
powers behind the controlling force of money. Their goal is to maximise profits regardless
of the social and environmental cost. The two largest of these corporations are, The
International Monetary Fund and The World Bank. Poor countries who’s governments have
initially welcomed the help of these corporations are now paying back debts that exceed
50% of their countries wealth. Leading to mass poverty in these countries.
There are 51 giant corporations in the world 47 of which are American.
Something is very wrong here
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The preacher man ask me never to curse a thing
I replied not if I have to curse one day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The day gun was made
Worth a curse
A fast way to end a life
Is not worth a Praise
For all this shooting
All this killings on before
Our eyes say how much
Evil was of that day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man up
Another man down
Always a human minus
A Gun rule
brutal display of no moral sense
An object of devaluation
It made day I wish to curse
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man meat is
Another mans Poising
What a day I wish to curse
For this object is a morden
vampire on the hands of our
Morden empires
So now you see
Some people now falling
So some other people raising
In power
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
Right in front of our eyes
The brave fall
Right in front of our eyes
Our prophets are devour
Who runs this cold world
For either they are not human
Or far from being human
For the red stains of the innocents
Makes that day I wish to curse
A day not worth a praise
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
My ancestors was murdered
Brutally by this object called gun
History is a with ness to this
Till now some where out there
May be now while I still write in peace
Some one is down again by this object
May be tomorrow again
Will be another gunshot
Hmmm......what a day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
I wonder if a gunman prays
I wonder what God he knows
I wonder how a gunman sleeps
At night
I wonder who is his best friend
For this life's gone by so fast
Time after time
Makes me answer to the preacher man
Saying if I was to curse a day
It will be the gun day
For our Hero's are right in
Front of our eyes murdered by
This guns!
Still it goes on and on and on.
rise and never fall again
ups and down
hardship and good time
happiness and sorrows
joy and sadness
fear and brave
inspiration and depression
multivation and devaluation
life bleed them all
but were do you want to be
remembered in all your
dreams to come
their will always be a
rise and fall
rise and never fall again
Africa unite the prophet chant
we have been on top
that was before now
we colonized the world
our foot print is a proof
either does the stones lie
but now we are down to earth
so flat in confusion
so disunited with isolation
what happen to our glory
what went wrong
we were not the only humans
enslave in the world
so we oath to buckle up
our power
cos as we fall
we can rise together with unity
if you wonder the cost of damage
of our disunity
check your life as an African
and write me a poem of the soul
cos in life our destines
are bound together even when we
rise and fall
rise and never fall again
the hunters will
always be same
cos a hunter is a hunter
the strangers discovered our
strength
they saw us living in unity
and harmony
when they invaded our land
they realise that unity was
our energy and source
to Our God
our land was rich and bless
cos love was always our
obligation to one another
but after the hunters left
we were left with a strange
civilization
till now we wallow in it
strange gravity we are
yet to deal with
we are not united any
more like the old days
the hunters successfully
divided us
no wonder the prophets
always sings for us to unit
cos together we can make it
together we can live life
to the fulfillment of our destines
on earth
together in unity we will
rise and never fall again
the bleeding Africa
Africa is the cake
of the hunters
at a table some where
In the west
from yesterdays history
Africa was stabbed
chosen and divided
till now it still bleeds
it scars is obvious
home and abroad
till today the hunters
are still hunting
so always we have
the bleeding Africa
the bleeding Africa
Africa still bleeds
in the well of poverty
we are sock with starvation
history with proves
never lie
neither does the proves
with it obvious reality
of Africa proves me wrong
am a young bleeding soul
from Africa
a human like everyone
yet it hurts to see
what is your right
denied
taken away in Greed's
like we worth nothing
our land destroyed
like we are nobody
our economy controlled
to devaluation
like we are not accountable
of our own
so here you see
why always we have
the bleeding Africa
the bleeding Africa
Africa bleeds to wars
we are not far from Syria
we exist but walk in shadows
our hero's don't last
our struggle never end
our dream is always eternity
despite our grave yards
are always full
full of the innocent
who did nothing evil to
deserve an early grave
our old are sick
our hospital are worn out
so our needs always remains
endless to no avail
starving people all over
the place
moving around in
the bleeding Africa
the bleeding Africa
35 years I have seen
the world
35 years I see same
politician's controlling
Africa
is obvious in 35 years
I realise they are mere
pulpit
35 years I grow to see
they are not what we need
a man of 35years
is no longer a boy
he could be a president
so in 35 years of my
life on earth all I see
from the old days till
now is nothing but
the bleeding Africa
stone the guilty
i hear too many accusing voice's
i see too many accusing fingers
i saw the ignorance in their eye
i feel the hatred from their heart
just because they need you not
just because the truth is forbidden
on the sight of liers
so when ever i sing the songs
of my soul
all i hear is too many accusing voices
i see too many accusing fingers
i saw the ignorance in their eye
i feel the hatred from their heart
cos they don't want the truth
they don't need our progress
under their umbrella of guilt
they built their prestige of
devaluation upon our life's
forever they want it so
stone the guilty
if the truth is cheap
then the value of humanity
will be not anymore a child's play
in our community today
if the truth is their worries
our problem will touch them
to the point of change
where we don't need to be
slaves to be free from lies
if the truth is not a big problems
to them then we will be free
from their opression
yet till date the stone of brutality
is cast on the one who Bears no lie
stone the guilty
everyone has their stone of truth
yet truth is scares in the
midst of too many stones of lies
is like the stone of lies
are more thrown on us
while we hide our truth with fears
every one need thrown out
the heavy stone from the hearts
cos after wards we can breathe
again in peace of the mind
not until then the liers will
always over shadow the world
in ignorance and starvation
our life's need a reform
while our soul need a peace
in an era of distruction
so when your stone is too
heavy
don't forget to be free
and that means with the truth
stone the guilty