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I remember being taught in High School that we
all have human rights, some of which are civil rights
protected by The U. S. Constitution as well as many rights
endowed by God. We were also taught that 'my rights end
where the next person's rights begin. Mixed in and permeating
the entire subject matter of human relations was what was known
as the Golden Rule. This Golden Rule came directly from the mouth of
Christ himself. Namely, do unto others as you would have them do to you.*
Human rights as implemented by The United Nations extend beyond
national borders and are subject to be enforced by international law.
Some nations who publicly back 'human rights' are the worst violators
within their own borders and have no intention of enforcing human rights if such rights conflict with their own national or international agenda.
Notwithstanding, if there were no governmental principles and policies, this world would be an ever-flowing holocaust, a 'hell on earth' with every man for himself.
120421PS *Matthew 7:12
Let me bring it to your attention and surprise
Of the foolish things purported to be wise
Lofty language and personalities are their guise
A hope seller's haven of clout and enterprise
Claiming sureness of the fate of a rolling dice
And their boldness of divine seers can really entice
God says to give and you shall receive a far healthier stake
While the world claims life to be a race to take, take, take
Wasn't Christ exalted for giving His Life for our sake
And for the enticement of knowledge Eve heeded the snake
Even for the lust for God's Throne, the devil's fate is the sulphur lake
And still knowing this, many leave ill teachings in their wake
"Every man for himself" against 'where two or three are gathered"
Killing the communion in which victory is authored
The estate is scattered though the sons are by one father fathered
And we look on the plight and are unbothered
Until the day one rises to find it at his door tethered
And your cry finds compassion long dried and weathered
The thought that sophistication will edge out the simple
Moral stays cheapened and bodies becoming desecrated temples
Because notoriety covers their sin if it is ample
To what end if history doesn't teach in its notable ensemble
Men wishing to turn back the hands of time, so weak, spent and humble
Seeing how wasteful they were with their wit most nimble
K. Muitherero.
it was one of the darkest moments in His anointed life
when the Roman soldiers came to arrest Our Lord Jesus the Christ
divinity was unraveling the prophetic scripture to be fulfilled
Jesus betrayed and then deserted the night went silent and still
Jesus was One who was regarded as a gatherer of men
but at the midnight hour His disciples abandoned Him in the end
the journey towards brotherhood is not just about the good days
it's about a willingness to have each others back when life is not going your way
spiritual brotherhood was being tested the enemy now on patrol
the men of God had fallen asleep and the devil had taken control
a war is being waged today against the Living Body of Christ
yet our Christian brothers are asleep on the job unawake to deal with the devil's strife
we need to open our eyes we need to be alert and aware
on the journey towards brotherhood exercising cohesiveness, compassion and care
but the one time that Jeus needed to have His men around
they abandoned Him and forsaken Him and then went underground
every man for himself they left Jesus all alone
and as a result He was crucified and ascended to the heavenly throne
brothers don't abandon each other there's strength in togetherness and unity
have each others backs and then tell Satan to get behind thee
A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank,
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.
A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar,
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised with devil horns.
Seawater laps feverishly...against ship's wooden hull,
as panic over breed minds...once sturdy legs go feebly about,
cascading thoughts grips privately...every man for himself.
Another abrupt action...frees a churning sea expounds,
and an opening hole...devouring anything within its midst,
as desperation consumes...a ship has long met its doom.
A lone selfless soul of limited else...moved past the lost,
and hastily clutched a burdened javelin...and hoist it upwards,
with his petitioned combined strength...released the deadly blow.
Her dying scream...was drowned out by restored happy voices,
and a wealth of well-wishes and praises...honoring accolades,
as lone eyes of a humble sort...gaze a siphoning pass.
You know, can you imagine life of some
Not chosen but for few their choice
Life's weakening priority of mankind's being
Even in themselves they fight like another
A real life struggle to structure existence
Before our eyes we see evil among hearts
In ourselves, given up the goal to creation
Lost in new generation full of chaos extremist
Standing for themselves and not agenda
A man who lives the world better the world
He is not just about himself but objective
Inside perfecting perfection though not perfect
Seeing everyone is same fighting the dream
But making change in us the world turns
One must be willing to accept life what it is
It's a gamble win or lose we play game
Levels of poverty depending on success story
Me, rich in heart's love from God
Think God, only place we find peace is love
We must change our own to see purpose
Love exist even through hatred a kindness
Your weakness, love rules overall beings
But only you chose to fall to civilization
Stop the fighting, unity is living together
It's a dog eat dog world hanging on thread
Every man for himself in corrupt society
Hoping and praying for people gone insane
Life's Weakening, a lock only keeps honest man out
A young soldier, set loose in the real world Initial positivity clouding judgement,
like teargas
Ignorance, blinding like snow on a sunny day
Human interaction;
Like eyes,
a beautiful sight until
you zoom in
Every man for himself,
ignoring the cries of those affected
Isolation,
a savior from the chaos
Happiness becomes like a card trick,
the closer you look the
farther you get
Thoughts become a cancer, slowly corrupting your mind
Refuge becomes a prison,
trapping
you inside yourself
A young soldier,
consumed by his attempts to grapple with reality
Desperately pleading with lost dreams
A realization
Hidden by the dirt, finally uncovered
Peace lies beneath the stone
Since our most recent U.S. Presidential non-selection,
for one thing a Trumpian could not become
is therapeutically presidential,
I have become worried about our democratic suffrage.
Perhaps only mothers, or maybe also fathers,
of kids with special vulnerability needs
should be allowed to vote,
or perhaps each and all allowed to vote,
but only special needs parents to vote twice.
With each vote cast,
whether one or two,
this vote is cast for healthy futures
wealthiest nutrients imaginable
for future generations with increasingly special climate needs.
It may take a special mom,
a compassionately vulnerable dad,
to truly see each child has special needs
to regenerate toward full strength wealth of health
accessible to those born harmed
by an increasingly rabid ecopolitics
of every man for himself
(and also women and children, if and as time allows)
in a Might Makes Triage Right evolving world
of actively distrusting revolutions
between aristocrats who harvest power
and special needs kids
who, by comparison, harvest not,
and never ever will.
Unless, or course,
we might conquer democratic potential
and original intent
by electing candidates whose primary experience
of electoral special needs value
are WinWin outcomes as moms,
and maybe even dads,
of kids with climate healthing special needs
well met
suffrage through discontent.
Remember the days not long ago
When people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would bid you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Even though were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's hard to really rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, I must say
Do I think that world will ever return
To those simpler days back then
Probably not and that's a real shame
So much nicer days AMEN
Remember the days not long ago
When most people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would wish you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Though they were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's really hard to rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, by the way
Do I think this world will ever return
To those simpler days of yore?
Probably not and that's quite a shame
Those were much nicer times, for sure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
It feels like I got drafted to a war.
A war I didn't even know started.
Maybe I was oblivious.
Maybe there's an excuse,
Then again maybe not.
But I know I feel tense.
I feel beyond tense.
Nowhere is home now.
Nowhere is safe.
No one is safe to be with.
I can't depend on anyone to help me,
It's every man for himself out here
And I'm stuck here.
When I'm someone who thinks love is a currency that functions in reverse.
I am someone who thinks the more love I give out, the more I will receive.
And I am at war now.
There's always shouting,
There's always pain,
There's always something wrong,
There's always something I did wrong.
My body is breaking.
There are holes in my stomach and I cannot sleep.
Laying down makes me sick,
And so does standing up for myself.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't know how to explain how I feel,
How I function,
How I think.
I can't even explain it to me.
Social experiences with loved ones make me feel like I've got a nosebleed in a shark tank.
Strangers make me brace for impact.
I don't know how to respond to compliments or kindness from others.
I don't know how to tell someone "it's not okay" when they apologize.
I'm tired.
I'm sick of this.
I want to be left alone now.
I want to recover.
I want peace of mind.
I want to say "go away" and mean it.
I want to say "It's not okay, and I don't forgive you."
I really just want to feel better.
I want the war to end.