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AFRICA
Africa! A land flowing with milk and honey.
Devoured by greed and the love for money
Where corruption thrives and war is a common place
Where will Africa show her true real face?
Africa! The Land of lions and zebras
Where men are hunted down like fishes in rivers
Arise Africa! For your children are suffering
Cursed with a black skin
Does this means I am nothing?
Africa today is like Africa yesterday
Good men like Nkrumah were never allowed to stay
Africa! I shed tears of blood for your children
A thousand years from now
And they still know not their brethren
Africa! A land blessed with so many cultures
Where children are labeled witches
Killed
And eaten by vultures
Africa! When will you move at a faster pace?
So that you can take us all to that promised place
Africa! The home of voodoo and magic
Where technology is forgotten
Because nobody wants it
Africa! A land abandoned by youths and scholars
Where farmers leave their hoes in search of collars
Africa! A land of so many opportunities
With fertile soil and rock but still limited possibilities
Africa! A land filled with gold and oil
Where we languish in poverty
Because we do not benefit from the soil
Africa! Where money is stolen from the people by the leaders
Where sadness is read in the newspapers by readers
Black ogres feeding fat on flesh and blood
Human beings desecrated without fear of God
When will Africa show her true real face?
And lift the curse of Ham on the entire black race
Africa! A land that tries to copy democracy
But the only thing that is done is outright hypocrisy
Africa! the key to your redemption is not only violence
But we must bring the evil doers to their knees
Before we sentence them to silence
Bang! Bang! Bang! Machine gun fire none stop
Come on Africa I shall lift your spirit up
Africa! One day the messiah will come
He will rid us off these thieves and the very scum
Then your glory will shine like a big red sun
That is when I say Africa our work is done
By
Olusegun Akanbi
America First has a long history
Over 250 years now
Of resisting the tyranny of kings.
Needless to say, Trump is the obvious face
Of America First,
And yet here he is being called a king.
The irony is those now opposed to MAGA
Would have been opposed to America’s independence
And so called “loyalists” back then.
Loyal to what we might ask?
To the top down power of the monarchy
To the mercantilist crony capitalism of the day
To a status quo that didn’t want anything to change.
Kings like this kind of stability after all,
Not being elected to serve a limited term
They worry about the only way they can be replaced
And that is through death.
But real kings these days are figure heads,
Not doers or even tyrants
But remnants of past glories
Held up to inspire and unite a culture.
Maybe the protests today aren’t really for no kings
As much as not their king.
If they were really honest they’d have just
Had a posthumous crowning ceremony
For their immortal King
Karl of Marx.
(10/18/25)
BAMBULL AND BRICE
SPOKE THE ACCOMPLIMENTS
THRU THE AUGUMENTS DECRIBED
IN HER ENHANCING STRUCTURE
THEY MADE COMMUNACATION KEY
THEY WORKED WITHIN THE ETHICAL
FRAMEWORK OF THE EMPLOYERS
COMPANY AND BECAME RESPECTED
DOERS OF WORKS
RECOGNITION FOR THOSE FEATS WERE
THEY WERE BENEATH CONTENTION
AND WORKED THERE WAY INTO CONTENTION
TO BE SET APART FROM THOSE OTHERS
AND VALUED AS CONTENDERS
GAINST THOSE WHO REPRESENTED THE
COMPANY AS BEST
THOSE ACTIONS HAVE
ALREADY ACCURED MAKING
THEM NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS
THEY ARE BEST BENEATH THE BEST
THERE LABOR'S SHALL DETERMINE THEIR
CLAIM TO BE CHAMPION AND BEST
THEY REFLECT THE VALUE AND BELEIFS OF
THIS COMPANY, THEY STAND BEFORE YOU
AS NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MIGHT THEY
BE BEST THEY SHALL BECOME
DISCLAIMER...... DUE TO CLIMATE CHANGE CERTAIN LEVELS
OF CYFISTICATION IS INVOLVED IN MAKING THESE DECISIONS!
WORLD CHAMPIONS
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle
It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die
She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward
The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true
Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
It was always you
By Michelle Morris
17/12/2025
Did you ever watch a movie
And see the hero before he knows it?
He tries and fails and keeps trying
Gets up each time he falls
Resists dying
Keeps fighting
Keeps moving
Keeps learning
Keeps proving
Keeps racing
Keeps pacing
Keeps rising
Keeps striving
Keeps growing
Keeps changing
Until he knows it
Because it's a journey
It's a quest we have to take
You leave comfort and knowing
You embrace pain and growing
You might think you're failing
You keep struggling but hoping
You hold on to your faith
You feel like your fingernails will break
But you f* do it
You keep on doing it
You pray and you curse
You scream and you hurt
But you keep on
Because you have a will
You have a purpose
You have a goal
Your dream pushes you
It has to because no one else will
Those people on the sidelines
Forget them because they are lookers
They're not doers
They don't understand it
They don't have courage
They don't know purpose
They don't have passion
They are happy with their unhappiness
They are content to be nothing
They are content to feel nothing
But we are not here for contentment
We are here to strive and to thrive
We are here to build legacies
Legacies that remain as beacons
Beacons of hope
Beacons of light
Beacons of faith
Beacons of right
And even if you're in it
And you don't know it yet
You're the hero
It was always you
Don't forget it
Don't regret it
Don't stop trying
Don't stop striving
You're the hero
It was always you
One day you'll see it
One day you'll know
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Non physical soul is of no mater
being with that admission and confession made
for wrongs and sins physically done
God perhaps pardons we believe
HE is the Supreme Justice
even of all justices without any question
All Justices of material world
Punish wrong doers as per their law
even after admission and confession
material justice is bound by law
Almighty God's always above all
hears only true confession
(In the late Middle Ages, the people
of the Spanish village of Fuente
Ovejuna rose up spontaneously and
killed their cruel overlord.)
No, there were no words.
Nobody seduced the villagers
with, "What Is To Be Done?"
No-one came with drums
to smite the heart
and pummel the Pueblo walls.
Best call it a communal twitch,
a spasm in the Pueblo soul.
Nothing seized us, entered into us.
More accurately, something went.
We seemed to have mislaid ourselves awhile.
Of the doers, who shall abide the deed?
None recalls the doing.
What can it be likened to?
Falling down a wellshaft?
Oppressive closeness,
voices that were all torque.
When we returned,
ugly sunlight had transformed The Thing
into a thing more prosaic.
The village was itself again.
But It had lost Its head.
People (we were plural once again)
were still as corpses.
Someone said, without conviction,
"Tyranny is dead".
A throat was cleared.
It didn't look like Tyranny.
It just looked uncomfortable
where it lay, contorted.
Some of them spat and shuffled off,
some just stood uneasily,
impressed at their own embarrassment.
With full apprecation of all thing concidered.
In respect to all that are involved..
Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist.
To grow from the seeds: which harvested
shall be fruit to nourish, and seed again for
it's future.
We those who see these things done, now
look to create and establish this day,
the means and ways to create.
The creation of this new entity from these
new begannings. This new Entity from this start.
For thoise who wish to chore and labor. In the industry
from the support of this company,
shall do so as employees.
Some with stakes: as stakeholders and visionaries.
Some as emoyees: but all together
as members of an enitity who
wishes to change the world with the influence of creation.
Standing on the surfaced plain, stacking the walls,
and roofing the the show. Doers of works.
Research, development, rehearst,
and displayed.
"Addio Padre, Addio Padre!
Soo right, Soo, Right
ah ooh redition
Publlic presentation
addio
Padre, So right , so right!:"
Collabarations and demostrations.
In the styles of now and future.
To influence the ulture it shall create.
In recreation and creation.
With the emphasis on creation
Showcasing talents, contracting events.
Catering to the many who like what we do
and those who wish to inspire change
by research and development.
Standing topside
looking
to other venues and helping
contract business for the need
of effeincancy.
Methods and strategies:
influencing and making
new fusions in all genres, where
the opendoor
will allow new people
as consumers followers
and business oppurtunites.
Job creations in temoray and perminat positions.
Learning how to teach people to do things our way
mifght we learn to adapt to do things your way.
Ladies and Gentlemen we
Now introduce you too
Trends Elegant
The crimping edges of fashion.
Auditions for the new Orcheastra,^0 peice. Singers both male and Female
Lead singers and Background Vocalist.
all types of musicains welcomed.
Both Traditional and Folktype.
We will work together
to create a modern sound.
To move, groove,dance,
or just good ole
foot tapping music.
Creation of Audiences using Demographic Targeting.
Music, Food, Fashion and Design.
Sports Wrestling.
A world: with A world.
Championed as Best.
Courtesy of I wanna Sing this One Music Company.
As Mayor Tom often says when he's off on one of his escapades...
"Greetings" this time from Milton Creek! It seems like decades
since we've shared the latest news about what's been goin' on.
The law is still being abided here. For that, we thank Judge Horne.
Sheriff Mark is still away on a secretive meeting about a commission.
Guess, it's not so secretive since I just mentioned it in my admission.
The town is safe in the capable hands of Daniel Rodgers for a while,
and deputies Terry, Duke and Mike are always lookin' out for the vile.
It's been mighty tranquil here in Milton Creek and surrounding towns
since the hombres and rustlers are gone, there are no worried frowns.
The law here never lets down its guard against the evil doers of crime,
so, we're enjoying the pleasant atmosphere; a long-awaited peacetime.
Telegraph agent, Jerry sent word that soon we'll be hosting a rodeo.
It promises to be an exciting event for everyone... a big western show.
There's a list of events, and I hope each category will fill with names...
Calf ropin' and barrel racin' will take place with lots of other games.
I've noticed Jan and Tania have both signed up for a few of the events,
Ranger David will ride broncs and bulls, so will several other residents.
Deb said she would, too, although it's a decision she might regret.
Constance will be checking out the animals since she's our new vet.
There's still two months before the first rodeo opens in the Creek.
I'm adding a new wing of rooms to Aces Hotel; a few will be a bit chic.
We're hopin' to draw in nice folk who might settle down from afar
and bring in revenue for the Manx when they belly up to the bar!
Anne-Lise will perform trick riding to begin the rodeo celebration.
It'll be a week-long event, so we're extending this as an invitation...
Come to Milton Creek for drinks and eats... steaks and whoopie pies!
and bring your competitive spirit if you're aimin' to win a rodeo prize.
Preacher Paul Nederlof will be here to pray that everyone stays safe.
Cowboys and cowgirls, strap on your chaps so your legs don't chafe.
Guns will be collected by deputies when newbies ride into Milton Creek
cuz we don't take kindly to black hat gangs. It's peace here that we seek.
A ring of absoluteness served him well
Giving him the confidence to fight off the evil doers from other lands.
We sang of his accomplishments, and watched from afar
He needed nothing other than our belief in his abilities.
As long as he had that, Meldair could keep saving us
Knowing this, we kept chanting, sending ideas and ideals
of victory, glory, life, and refreshing uplifting soul strength
His ring of absoluteness grabbed it up and ran with it.
Do you think we need to help in any other ways? A youngling asked.
You might send him your love to let him know we care, said an elder.
So, we did that too, watching him fight the evil in the world,
keeping it forever out of our village. He was our strength
And he kept us safe. We write volumes about him.
Meldair, the One Who Saves Us.