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(Africa) What They Would Have Us Believe Part 2 

And yet that is what, 
They would have us believe 
- it's coincidence only.. 
'Nothing to see'

A coincidence fatale, 
Would you possibly
believe, 
But our senses, hearts and minds, 
aren't so smothered nor subdued 
- that we cannot perceive, 
Total control of the food
China their blueprint, 
the tool and the example
Recall Naval Blockade 
for Opium Brown, 
Unearthing vast resources, 
Technocratic minerals 
so precious 
are taken out and shipped 
by East India Crown, 
For the rest of the planet 
to taste but not sample, 
The Dark Continent to bathe only - in blood to drown 


And yet that is what, 
They would have us believe 
- it's coincidence only.. 
'Nothing to see'

Bolshevik Banksters South Africa, 
Cecil Rhodes' Round Table 
- of Gold 
Totalitarianism through 
crippling debt to unfold
Manipulating countries World Bank, IMF 
Creative funding - NGOs Lobbying 'necessary' Debt 
plus coercion extortion, 
Inner Circle Deception 
Zimbabwe, Mugabe a pawn 
to despair
Pen to paper, international, immoral signature they dare, 
to wit:
Libya's 'Colonel' Gaddafi 
put in place to commit, 
independently solvent, perhaps
- realised too late
Any dissenters are jailed 
or sanctioned to death


Aside from this, there is now hope 
The Continent's cries 
being heard at last.. 
by a majority common sense? 
Other nations debate, 
are now looking fast 
for better, more ethical Laws that don't exactly depend on what they took,
It is after all an unpayable debt,
On the same old-Babylonian disastrous fate..
Though not yet, not yet


Astonishingly, Incredibly 
though, 
that's exactly what.. 


- They would have us believe


There's plenty to see, 
if we care enough  - to look.



Kurt Hubbard-Beale  
May 28th 2021
During covid 19 lockdown  


ThePoetTree 
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
Form: Rhyme


A Bump In the Florida Polls Through Executions

In times of politics, where power unfolds,
A bump in the polls through executions told,
A dance of ambition, a ruthless endeavor,
Where souls are discarded, like leaves in the winter.

With ink-stained hands, they plot and they scheme,
Silencing dissenters, crushing each dream,
Lives laid bare, sacrificed on the stage,
For political gain, a darkened outrage.

Promises broken, morals forsaken,
The pursuit of dominance, a path deeply taken,
In the pursuit of power, hearts turn to stone,
Leaving behind a nation, fractured and alone.

Executions of hope, casting shadows long,
The masses left questioning where they went wrong,
The system corroded, corroded and stained,
As justice and truth, they wither and wane.

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,
Courageous voices rise, fearless in the fight,
They rally the weary, ignite a spark,
To reclaim what's lost, and mend the torn arc.

For a bump in the polls through executions grim,
Cannot silence the spirit that resides within,
United we stand, against the tides of disdain,
To rebuild a future where justice shall reign.
Form: Concrete

the joke is on me

The joke is on me
When I read that Starmer, when visiting Trump, had with him an invitation from the king of England, offering Trump dinner
I thought it was a joke, but it was true. Trump was flattered and accepted the invitation 
Of course, he is an egomaniac who thinks he is a royal American king, and why not!
The difference between the two kings is that Trump has power and the English king is reduced to a face on loose pocket change
Is President Trump a good ruler? Well, he is autocratic and gets things done, not always with aplomb, but no one is perfect 
In a world of liberal democracy, we end up with 
EU is a talking shop trying to force nations to see
The Brussels way and to think they are called democrats, when its leadership is making life difficult for dissenters like Victor Orban, a sane man among sycophants.
The leaders of any country are to look after their inhabitants’ well-being. If not, then new leaders   must be elected, but in our democracy, we see little movement at the top because their idea of democracy is to elect themselves, not much is done for the people
China and Russia have autocratic rulers with a high living standard, but one is not allowed to swear in church, and that is accepted by most people who favor democracy, a system they know nothing about until they move to New York and see democracy firsthand; the living conditions among the masses are atrocious
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Premium Member International Deep State Corporation

IN THE WORLD OF
HACKABLES
CONTROLLED BY MACHINE'S
NOTHING IS WRONG
ON THE SURFACE IT SEEMS.

WITH NANO TECHNOLOGY. 
KNOWN AS THE KEY.
CONTROLLERS CONTROL
ALL FREQUENCIES.

GENETICALLY MODIFIED
AND PROGRAMMED HUMAN BEINGS.
WE WON'T BELIEVE
THE THINGS WE'LL BE SEEING

THEY FEAR FREE THINKERS
WHO OPPOSE THEY'RE VIEWS.
THEY DON'T LIKE PEOPLE
TO LIVE AS THEY CHOOSE.

CAMPS FOR DISSENTERS
GUARDED BY THUGS.
FORCED TO EAT MEALS
CREATED FROM BUGS.

DIVIDE AND CONQUER
AND DESTROY UNITY.
CHAOS AND MAYHEM
TO THE POINT YOU CAN'T SEE.

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
COLLIDES WITH FREEWILL.
OPPOSE BIG BOTHER
THEY'LL SEND YOU THE BILL.

THEY'LL FREEZE YOUR ACCOUNTS
SEIZE YOUR ASSETS.
THEY WON'T BE HAPPY
TILL YOU'RE DROWNING IN DEBT.

CENSORED THEN BANNED
DESTROYING FREE SPEECH.
YOU'RE ONLY ALLOWED
TO SHARE WHAT THEY TEACH.

TRACKING AND TRACING
TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.
DON'T WANT YOU OUTSIDE
OR GOING TO FAR.

PERMISSION IS NEEDED
TO GO OUT AND PLAY.
REWARDS ARE GRANTED 
AFTER YOU DO WHAT THEY SAY.

YOU'LL OWN NOTHING
AND BE HAPPY THEY SAY.
I GUESS HAPPY TO LIVE
TO SEE ONE MORE DAY.

THIS IS THE WORLD
OF PSYCHOPATH POWER.
THEY'RE TURNING THE SCREWS
WITH EACH PASSING HOUR.

THEY DEMAND OBEDIENCE
INSIST YOU COMPLY.
EXPOSE THE TRUTH
THEY'LL INSIST IT'S A LIE.

THIS IS A GAME
OF DECEIT AND DECEPTION.
TO DESTROY ALL YOUR THOUGHTS
AND ALL RECOLLECTIONS.

WELCOME TO THE WORLD
OF THE SO CALLED , RULING ELITE.
THEY'LL DESTROY THE WORLD
BEFORE EXCEPTING DEFEAT.

Michael E. Harris
03192022

Premium Member On Our Streets

through the mist
vision blurred by the bias of our views
intelligently present our clouded vision
never attempting to walk in another men's shoes.

blinded by the fog inhabits our thoughts
signs in hand we offer our misted words.
convinced we are right 
our dissenters lost
so we draw chalky lines 
dare others to cross.

the air thick as stew our opinions attempt to dice
destroy the filmy feels of those on another side
war is declared
battles commence

with our guns blowing smoke,
our swords red hot metal forged
and still wrapped in the rising haze of heat.
our voices raised 
yell through the dirty streets.

nowhere in sight a space of clear rationale
take the time to hear or see through this toxic mist
not a chance my friend
my eyes blurry with tears
the gas they release 
the inner pain that i feel

through the mist 
no one hears 
everyone deaf
this our reality 
when ideas 
supersede our fellow beings
through the mist i see no love
hate covered and guised as ideas
oh if they could see through the mist
that is us on both sides of the street.


Premium Member Messianic Creed, Antisemitism Seed

Bela Kun led Hungary and a communist regime
Eight Jewish commissars were part of his team
The Reds couldn’t run an economy, or even a town:
Instead of admitting fault, they only doubled down,
They could have wondered why food vanished from the stores.
but they hung dissenters from lampposts by the scores.

When Ed Teller was brought up in Budapest, it had been great 
He loved math: a subject schoolkids like to hate
Then Bela came in, engaged in suppression
Ed's mom said their fellow Jews would pay a price for Kun's oppression.
Most Jews were not commies, but truth to tell
for a disproportionate number, Marxism cast a spell.

Its not really fair to blame Jews for Bela Kun
But you can't expect fairness from everyone
The Jewish Middle class resented Commie rule
They knew flirting with Marx was the romance of a fool. 

Leon Trotsky led the Red Army to victory, more's the pity
His original name was Bronstein, his story makes me ill.
Years before he was killed by agents in Mexico City
A Rabbi told him "Trotskys make revolutions but Bronsteins pay the bill."

Ed became father of the Hydrogen bomb, a power immense
He also supported Reagan's effort at missile defense
He believed strength was the best way to stop war
Not religious, but conservative, common sense to the core.

When radicals play with fire, millions pay.
My dad knew Ed Teller; this history isn’t far away:
Even my grandfathers grew up before Russia turned Red.
Reds promise freedom but create an ant heap instead.
Jews should learn more than most where all this leads
They get clobbered first by Messianic creeds.
Form: Rhyme

Never, Always, Sometimes

Never, Always, Sometimes

Stretched across the years of time,
	memory plays hide and seek.
In the foggy daydreams, shadows find
	 early life rarely has a voice to speak.
Hidden in the quiet corners
	low profile is an easy escape.
Never stepping boldly forth, always the loner,
	and in hanging back it is best to hesitate.

Sometimes though, some inner spirit rises
	and takes the dramatic leap forward
Voices shout speaking what the world despises 
	of life, liberty, justice is not just words.
Never do the masses speak in unison
	always there are protesters an dissenters.
Deep in the thoughts of freedom lies the fusion
	sometimes we only see the adventure.

Never is such a negative aspersion
	drowning hope and dreams of life.
Always is too much an elaborate excursion
	holding back for fear of the daily strife.
Sometimes, now there’s thought and possibility
	that success can reveal it’s way
Sometimes then, there is less futility
	in being self and loving every day.
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Speaking of Michael Brown

Through the mist ...
vision blurred by the bias of our views
clouding our reason
unable to walk in another men's shoes.
Blinded by the fog ... 
thoughts offered by signs in hand
daring others to cross
convinced we are right, our dissenters lost.

War is declared ...
the air thick with opinion.
Battles commence ... 
destruction of all that is held dear.
Guns blowing smoke
Swords red hot metal forged
Wrapped in the rising haze of heat
Voices raised dirty the streets.

Nowhere  in sight ...  clear rationale
no time to hear; no effort to see.
Air, a toxic mist, release the inner pain that i feel
eyes blinded by tears - no more chances, my friend.

Through the mist ... 
no one hears.
This our reality when ideas supersede our fellow beings.
Through the mist ...
I see no love - hate guised as ideas.

Oh if they could see through the mist...
That is us on both sides of the street.

18~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne

Still Counting

And when it ends suddenly, unexpectedly,
You start to count.
First on the days, then the hours - then
Just counting until 100
Then
Beginning            again.

The dead find their faces
The living count faces
                Then most forget
Unless the face has your DNA in it,

But you remember the body bags
Being moved around in the night,
The nurses crying,
The lies being spread,
              The excuses,
The obfuscation,
The blundering incompetence
Of bureaucracy and officialdom.
The elderly kept in deathcamps
that used to be nursing homes.
The grinning mayors
                          And governors.

It’s going away now.
Less and less each day.
It’s going away now
It’s going to a place
Where the living cannot find it
                  It’s going away now.

And suddenly you are very angry
About the stupid shut-ins and the shut-downs,
The politicization of tragedy.
The muddled and slanted statistics
The ridiculous projections,
The false data.
The contradictions and bluster.
The draconian regulatory and government
Sponsored power grabs.
The gagging and intimidation
Of workers.
The trashing of basic freedoms
People
Jailed,
Fined,
Harassed.
The banning's.
The right to collectively worship denied,
Peaceful protest denied.
Businesses forced into bankruptcy.
The unemployment
      The waste.
And destruction.
The sundering of families,
The needless school closures,
The suffering that led
To clinical depression and drug overdoses,
The disdain of those
Who rejected commonsense remedies.
The manipulations
              And machinations,
All the willing useful fools
Chorusing together to tread down
Democracy.
The grinning talking heads
      Who doctored the news.
The attacks and the cancelling
Of those who begged to differ.
Dissenters labeled conspiracy theorists.
The cover-ups:
Gain of function.
GAIN OF FUNCTION.

The dumb mantra of the ignorant
Demanding we 'follow the science'
But the science was wrong
The scientists lied
They lied.
  They all knew
                  AND THEY LIED!

And I am still counting
In case it returns
And I have a lot more things to count,
Lots more to tally and be made
ACCOUNTABLE.

Premium Member History Is What It Was

History is what it was
By: Miracle Man
10/9/2018

History is the recording of our past events,
But now there are those with desire to change.
When we allow this we’re setting precedents,
By misrepresenting facts that they rearrange;

We can’t omit things from the printed page,
Just because it was bad or we don’t agree.
It still happened though dissenters disengage,
Some things in history were indeed beastly.

By tearing down statues or changing a name,
Or renaming a holiday doesn’t make us sage.
Filling young minds with falsehoods is the game,
Each time history’s changed on the printed page;
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Form: Lyric

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