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It is the witching hour.
There are no breezes in a windowless house.
There are no shadows in a cave devoid of light.
There are no dreams in a sleepless night.
It is the witching hour.
When our endangered psyche roams.
When we are captured by pernicious spells.
When we are easy prey for rogue chieftains.
It is the witching hour.
When warlords game the system.
When sorcerers gaslight the faithful.
When conspiracy conquers fact.
Only the crestfallen sense the seamless
interval of peril.
Only the dejected resist the wizardry
of the despot.
Only the discouraged view the counterfeit
wallpaper of rot.
Only the discontented shout the truth
against the cacophony of sophistry.
But Stonehenge, the domain of the dead,
will always know first light,
will always vanquish the ruse of our sanctity,
will always sweep away the opiate specters
of tyranny.
The witching hour no more.
Light, the detox to our Stockholm syndrome.
The witching hour no more.
Democracy survives
to live another day.
Abyss my sorrows lies beneath the deep ocean
I am anxious and frustrated, swing that is intolerable beyond my span
tremor that produce fear in the mind
love loses its way remains sick behind
the earth is now trembling in such of the tremor in turn.
The evening stars has been lost its glory in pain
listen , the worst people has forgotten donation or sacrifice in thirst of gain
this is the painful form of civilization
the society has became dungeon,
and the world has became bloody, peoples engaged in war to ruin.
The world is endangered and not in tune, grief overwhelmed
rich and riches are the worth living and are deceptive all of them.
they use in tricks and power
runs in groups in each & every hour,
sweet world is no longer happy now, has became rough and dead in that game.
It has lost its fragrance in leaf, becomes restless, worsen its dwelling
has lost its liveliness to sing humanity and all virtues has swallowing.
My soul is swaying in pain
I wish to set fire in shower of rain
I to do promissory war to destruct evil, for peace and tranquilizing.
In that bet, sorrow, the sea of sorrow, will be sowed
divine the fight mom, I will drowned today, I will take my sword.
At the door of such poison
I will jump mom, for such reason,
I have to win it mom or I will sacrifice my life on that board.
I will Jump to spread the glory of mom, my vow divine
I will set the fire with blood and will bring spring; I will fight till death line.
no matter if I die
rest the world will sing in the sky,
they will hold that immortal slogan to burnt the sin, they them self will assign.
The luster of the flame, poison of devil and the flag there on
wrath of them will smash and will write the history of destruction
that day oh my mom, remember me
keep me in your caress thee
in the golden land of heights, keep me in the stars of your eyes in run.
Our planet's a much smaller place today,
the internet connects us one-to-one.
And we can understand what others say,
for everyone can talk to anyone,
as all translations are instantly done.
We're now able to link with each other,
learn how we differ, and what goals we share.
Strangers become a sister or brother
as we expound on love and voice despair,
sharing our cultures, so each is aware.
To navigate a world of global strife,
we no longer rely upon the news.
And to help protect endangered wildlife,
we now share global environmental views,
posting pictures of what the world may lose.
The internet changed how we interact,
social media stands in for a friend.
And as we distinguish fake news from fact,
the net provides a platform where wounds mend
and innate similarities can blend.
Here is my every other...
15 minutes until the hour-
I have my tech tool powwow to scowl,
30 minutes from the end-
I'm in the descend,
I know I'm the key to this pen,
I know I know how to spend...
But the people are there to descend,
and they loved being alone without my advice and rent.
So many different problems I've personally never experienced arrived,
Guns, Drugs, Bad Adults, Spies...
I want mine-
145 years alive,
I want to dine,
in the distance with the friends who are alive-
But I can't...
I'm not conceded like an appointed hump,
I'm just endangered and a little bleeded,
like I have no other,
like I am a dove in an oven,
So don't tingle-tangle with them,
Represent this!
Exemplify the print!
It's older than Bible spins!
It's cold as me in the fires of ancient fins-
forget desire's so that this can reward you heart'd and leave them with no other mother to inspire,
get at the slow jam because they aren't fast enough to perspire!
Do this thing!
Be a M'F'in' Tower!
Be that that doesn't design or cower!
If ever humanity
A committee should chose
Its case for mercy before our Lord to present
Has better
The Congolese doctor Mukwege include
For
Its request to have a chance to be granted!
He is a man:
Of God
Of love
Of compassion
Of peace
Of justice
That has his own life endangered many a time
For
To treat more than 50.000 victims, of horrid rape
Thus saving numerous lives
In the torn by civil war Republic of Congo and elsewhere
The world
Having recognised his enormous contribution to humankind
Honored him with
The Nobel Peace Prize Award,
As a small token for his courage and love !
Let us all be inspired by this man who uplifts our species to
Levels that our Lord has planned it to reach
And
Let us declare him
A HERO OF HUMANITY!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 December 2018
* Denis Mukwege is a Congolege gynecologist and
a Pentacostal pastor, born in 1955. He specializes
in the treatment of women who have been raped by
armed rebels in Congo and elsewhere.
How can enough be enough
When lives are treated like garbage
Picked from the gutters
Thrown in the dump?
How can earth be at peace
When nature is disturbed
And air is defiled constantly
Yet superiors smile over it?
When a poor mother
Tries to save her child,
From the emitting of carbon
Burned by an industry close by,
She is deluded and placed low
Because superiors enjoy the advantages
Caused by the disadvantages.
Do not ask the masses to calm down
When their lives are endangered,
But you stand the chance to put an end
To this awful beginning of the end
That has placed mankind in disarray.
As they try to let it out
To fight in order to heal the world,
To restore stability,
They are rebuked by hierarchy,
‘Shhhh! Say no word’.
Mungu- Bwana Wangu
Tafadhali tumia- O' God My Lord
Please consume Me
I open heart
To endangered to parts
My emotions run free
God please consume me
Alas I'm broken and torn
My spirit is worn
O' God, My Lord
Please consume
Consume in love
Consume me in mercies grace
Consume me so that I maybe born again
Give me the hope
To relinquish both
My sins, my wrong choices
Please Lord God
Consume me
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wrestling with evil
wear complete suit of armor
~ conquer with courage
rescued from onslaught
lies and misinformation
~ loins girded with truth
safeguarding our hearts
resisting the evil day
~ righteousness’ breastplate
love for our neighbor
giving’s greater happiness
~ feet shod with good news
strongly entrenched things
evil one’s burning missiles
~ faith’s protective shield
empty deceptions
soundness of mind endangered
~ salvation’s helmet
God’s Word is alive
source of unending wonder
~ sword of the spirit
seek help from on high
trust the one who is unseen
~ pray incessantly
A Common Starling
Ah!
Such rare birds
They live unprotected by those who say that they would stand with them
Poor little black birds
They don't survive for long
The mamas pray
For a brighter day
As their young go out into this world
Praying that they will live
Something that seems to get harder and harder to do
As the years go on
Endangered by the hawks soring among them
Poor little black birds
I hope you can make it in this cruel and evil world
Where all they do is shoot you down when you try to fly
Snatching you away from the sky
Poor little black birds
It gets harder for them to hide
Especially
From those that hate them most
Why do you hate me?
The little one bird asks
Maybe it's jealousy? Thought the little bird
Is it my luxurious plumage?
My glossy, metallic-like feathers?
Looking bitterly at the little ignorant bird
I tell him in a slow and cold voice
IT'S YOU!
from three miles away
the unmistakable sounds~
of howlers chorus
a slithering snake.
crushing prey without mercy~
green anaconda
small eyed black caiman
twenty foot alligator ~
watching and waiting
waiting in the trees
unsuspecting deer walks by~
a jaguar strikes
through overlapping branches
laser beams of sunlight pierce ~
the dense canopy
worlds largest rodent
like a giant guinea pig~
capybara dives
painful insect sting
as painful as a gunshot~
the bullet ants bite
rainforest rivers
home to pods of pink mammals~
fresh water dolphins
jesus christ lizards
walking across the water~
miracles happen
hanging upside down
eating green vegetation~
slow moving sloths
native indians
rub poison on arrow tips~
from the green dart frog
a very short tail
long shaggy coat and red face~
bald vakari swings
face of a lion
now an endangered species~
lion tamarin
pygmy tribes food source
monkeys, pigs and antelope~
hunting to survive
Written 6th October 2018