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The first world war started because of poverty
The first world war started because of greed
The first world war started because of an assassination
The first world war started because of Ideas
The first world war started because people wanted revenge
Each Statement appears to claim, all of the truth
Each statement, appears to conflict with the others
Yet each statement is a different side of the truth
To see all of the truth you need to look at the life of people
To see all of the truth you need to look at all sides of a problem
The first world war started because of poverty
Gavrilo Princip start his life in poverty his family suffered
with six of his sibling dying in infancy poverty became
the breeding ground for his feelings of discontent
education brought him into a world of ideas
The first world war started because of greed
people in power, used the assassination as an excuse,
going to war they thought, would bring them profit,
they didn't picture themselves losing but instead,
pictured the profit of taking wealth from other countries
The first world war started because of an assassination
Gavrilo Princip joined a group called the Young Bosnia
Believing in ideals of unification inspired by ideas from
Romanticism, anarchism, and revolutionary socialism
Serbian military puppets encouraged to commit the assassination
The first word war started because of ideas,
Ideas are all around us, flooding our lives every day,
people say, get rid of the immigrants, they take our jobs,
Immigrant's say, we are better than you, we have less criminals
communism was an idea that inspired Gavrilo Princip
The first world war, started because people wanted revenge,
Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife where assassinated
People wanted revenge people wanted retaliation
supporting government decisions people became ready for war
with the support of the country people go to war.
Nobody started the first world war because of religion,
it started because of many, conflicting reasons
these are but a few, I sure their are many more,
but if we want to learn from the past, to make a better future,
Think hard, of how to make a better world, without war.
Written By: D. Collins 5/8/25
After tariffs upon the world an American Pope is elected.
Does it have anything to do with how we're so disrespected?
Maybe it's the world's way of trying to reign Chaos in.
While Chaos will expect the Pope to personally visit him.
Does The Pope have knowledge of the petafiles within the church?
Did he participate or look away, for fear of who it would hurt?
Oval Office visit plans are most likely currently underway.
Chaos must have that photo shoot to add to his resume.
Religion and politics are intermingled during these times.
We've had a week of Pope coverage, while Isreal takes Palestine.
It kind of makes you wonder, where has the Christ Love been?
Those deported and dying just happen to be of darker skin.
Another Spanish Inquisition of adopt my religion or die.
The only difference is that it is twenty-twenty-five.
When Chaos pics with a Bible and The Pope.
The world's People of Color really have no HOPE!
Raggedy Army
As morning bathes in spring sunshine
A raggedy army stands in line.
Unkempt and ragtag, oddly sized,
Unarranged, disorganised.
Red, a splash among the grey
A new parade at dawn each day.
Some heads drooping, some held high,
A handful gazing at the sky.
Fresh and bright to start the morning,
Most won’t see a new day’s dawning.
In summer’s heat, the same routine -
A new head where an old had been.
In autumn’s fading dying light
A hardy few keep up the fight.
But then to hide in winter’s snow,
Till spring’s warmth says it’s time to show.
And bursting forth and standing proud,
Though scattered, battered, thrashed and ploughed
The raggedy army stands again
Eternal homage to fallen men.
We rise from a stillness, our wind becoming all,
before we touch in quietness our fall.
moving youth against age,
claiming the god of difference as our sage.
Forsaking ownership as prayer of a kind,
we run from our mortality, a fateful step behind.
We move away or toward our stillness carrying thoughts
that ought to walk among the pillars;
spilling motions of eternal springs
before our summer breeze begins.
We send our songs untethered into life,
released like knives to split the air,
thunder to collapse our rivers course,
lift a curl, or by a softer force polish unmade pearls;
all motions made to leave designers touch,
but in the end our dying wind will only stillness clutch.
I am walking in the garden
of an ancient city
The walls are covered
with climbing ivy of a delicate hue
The dews are thick after the warm rains
There in the middle, the stately statue
withstands the stains
Covered in ivy of a intricate green
Blooms of unknown life glowing red
I trace the path of last foot falls
The age is broken and anew
Stone is cracked crazy filigreed
In the ancient courtyard
I follow it down a foreign history
The sun splashing though over growth
Over head the winds unsettles monolithic trees
Exotic birds sing songs to creation
The gold, ambler, crimson leaves take flight
Dripping on the weedy ground
Puddling in the warm sparkling rays of a dying sun
Leting it spill over me
The fading green bright fresh
In this ancient city of Avalon
This lost garden of Eve
The last empire of Adam
Mans only memory
Walking this spiraling path
This Helix of Eden
#Florizel
To the end of the world,
my heart has led me.
in tatters and shambles my emotions were, dilapidated and worn.
I, in my hopeless pursuit, when nothing made sense anymore, when I was ready to give in, and let go all my hope, for rough my journey has been.
I looked with weary and disbelief, something shone from the distance of my heart, my curiosity struck my intuitive,
to the least of my limping hope,
I gathered my least courage and pushed my last, to the glaring of the moment, forces beyond my incapacity, drew her near, close enough to my heart
there some ignite appeared, in human form, far from my reality, when her diversity, diversified my already scattered faith, to the darkest realm of my soul, to my dying fate, to my desert of desolate,
a flower untimely shook my whole, with immerse mersmerisation,
she said her name was Florizel,
the beeping sound of my last pulse, gained its momentum, in her something mystic rose and there I was numbed off words, shook my reality
she poured some colour to my mood. I'm now dripping with hope, some light at the end of my heart tunnel, drop of rain at last to my deserted season,
in her spark, I too got sparked, to hope in love and harmony, to love untimely so and wholeheartedly.
Take my breath, brake my bones, and torch my soul, if love is this beautiful, nature take my whole, for here I'm struck, struck for eternity, in her my hope breed life, my lungs takes in tranquility, my heart skips tenderly,
God, shut the gates of heaven for I have found my gateway here on earth, wrapped in her flawless, mind caressing being of exuberance ecstaticness.
God take away my sight, numb my voice, shut my heart, enough have I been bestowed, a Florizel
#Poetic_Ink
Shuddering awake in a plane
32000 feet above home, family,
Commitment
Right
Clown inside me thinks he's cute
The poet sticks to the shadows
"Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and you cry alone"
Tired of being alone
Tired of numb laughter
And superficial appeal
I'll be false
To get your attention
I'll be false to drive you away
You think you want
This bag of crumpled dreams
Look away
And fasten your seat belt
Flying over it all
Gets rough sometimes, too
I don't even know why
I talk to you
We're just each other's fantasy
If you were for me
You would have fallen
Right into my lap
Not into my computer
Not who I want to be
Right now, anyway
And you don't feel like a friend
More like a f**k buddy
I'm too desperate
I want something to hold onto
But something real
Not you
Young and beautiful
Looks good on me
Feels good on me
But it won't stay
And, yeah, I know
I feel good to you
Like an old comfortable shoe
'til the laces break, the leather cracks
I don't shine no more
And what's left of me
Isn't worth wearing out
Uh-huh I'll still be "raging
Against the dying of the light."
But still go into that tender night
Just wish you
Felt more like
a friend
We're so high now
I can barely make out a road
Or a roof top
But I can see shadows
Cast down from clouds below
On Colorado mountain tops
And it's smooth sailing
I need someone to be true to
These words would drive you away
Quit playing
Know what's for me
Not settle for whatever I can get
And I'll be lonely
Like out the window, New Mexico
Desert stretches wide empty
What I'm used to
And you're the East Coast
Lush, pretty, temperate, hydrated
I'd devour you
(Like I just did)
And never want to leave
But I'm still the desert
And you're the trees
How much will we drink of
Each other
The clown's rising
Bad timing
But keeps me from
Being lonely
When life hurts
And too free
When it doesn't
Over the Apache White Mountains
Descending enough to see
Lake's drying up
I don't want go home
Poet talking now
Clown
When we touch ground
If not here, where
If not her, who
We're on our way
Give us a spin
I like you, girl
Gentle landing
Phoenix (a cool 103)
Seems like I'm
Almost
Never
Home
Dearest Mummy you came for a calling
In my tears at night when I was crying
Every memory of you inside of me dying
Determined to remember your smiles
~ I'll never forget our little whiles. Together.
In all the years we sat on fears
Keeping our secrets in silent tears
And in all the Times we never spoke,
I learned to grow up in the silence of love.
~ Now I listen to your voice from above.
I wonder why I can hear your eyes,
Still keeping secrets about our lives.
And why is it now that you've come to say
You've changed my name, Again this day.
~ How many more to come this Way...?
Dearest Mummy I know the Word.
What I don't understand, is why I've heard.
Form:
Healthcare for the People
By Franklin Price
3/25/2017
Healthcare for the people
Is what we need to see
Not corporately aligning
Just taking care of you and me
Not bowing to insurance
While enriching CEO's
We're dying without healthcare
As their selfish money grows
Capitalism is important
It is much of who we are
Healthcare premiums too expensive
For bigger homes and yachts and cars
For the health insurance moguls
Who love dollars more than you
They must make a lot of profit
In everything they do
Every group priced separately
Even down to one or two
If illness or disease strikes out
It's you who pays for you
The cost of health insurance
Could be diminished quite a lot
If the insured put in larger groups
To mix the healthy and the not
Then limit percent of profit
For all the health insurance need
Base the premiums on the newer mix
Healthcare for all and not for greed
If the moguls do not like it
And think the profit's not enough
Cover all who want by medicare
Let the greedy see it's tough
Let them raise the premiums
On the richest that are left
The ones who can afford it
Not the ones who think it's theft.
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You,
Who have deliberately put me through
The tormenting agony of dying
By
Strewing your treacherous dark web of
Your unworthy ambitions, all over my face,
Shadowing my generous fertility and
Rendering me sterile,
Behold,
For the time has come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel,
Your tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos,
For the shiny heavy sword of
Universal justice,
Avenger of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2020
* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada, when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, I was making efforts to raise consciousness to save Mother Earth. "THE MOURNING OF MOTHER EARTH." THIS IS A STERN WARNING TO ALL OF US WHO DESTROY HER: REMEMBER, NOT MUCH TIME IS LEFT TO SAVE OUR PLANET AND OURSELVES!