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The world is in a great turmoil
All around disquiet and confusion reign
Russia and Ukraine engage in war of attrition
Massacre of genocidal proportions
Has torn Gaza strip to a mountain of ruins
As Israel continues to exact her pound of flesh
For Hamas daredevilry of 7th October 2023
Meting out in the process to Hezbolah and Lebanon
Repercussions for exporting and harboring terrorism
While at the same time paying Iran back in her own coins
In this season of teeth for tat
In the midst of all these the Syrian civil war has been reignited
And Yemen has come under Israeli fire
As the Houthis join the fray in solidarity with Palestinians
In Sudan Generals battle for the soul of the nation
With the world caring less for her plight
While the disunited United Nations
Remains powerless
And the world powers continue to play
the ostrich
With claims and counter claims
And macabre discordant tones
While the Middle East burns
And a possibility of world war three
Staring the nations in the face
The world needs to pause and rethink
The world powers should wield the big stick
And bring their cronies to the table of dialogue
The planet needs to be saved from the caricature men have turned it to
The United Nations should be liberated
From the shackles of powerlessness
To bark as well as bite
In implementation of its mandate
At Customs
Delayed fatigued grumpy and miserable there was I
yet another queue at Oliver Tambo on arrival another
Check scan body search and
mind games in my baggage
Damascus had been an unusual holiday destination
had firmly attached a couple of splinters just a bit of
Shrapnel trauma displacement
on the movie of my soul
Amena breathing the rubble with one foot detached
collateral damage digitalised toes in my camera
Home still smouldering siblings
Riham and Yaman with Allah now
Sayid coughs up the message of
how the planes came planes came
again and again planes came planes
then mother and father had vanished
Assel unable to talk it is difficult to
speak without jaw when brain leaks
upper jaw lower jaw who
cares who minds the statistic
So many images am I importing the
injustice depravation guilt shame
‘Not in my name’ nameless no
frame in the hierarchy of evil
Destruction of a sovereign nation and
the king makers in the global North West
export and import in trauma and transit
memories narrative existential angst
In the queue at the airport OR Tambo
and the tambourine major plays human
beings sacrificed on the altar of a simple
custom of exporting terror and malice
I am importing so much on my return
from Damascus yet choose the line
‘Nothing to declare’ but sorry I cannot do this
there is no time and you don’t want to know
So much pain so much anger on my mind…
but I have too much to declare
(KELOGBs)
Stop now, the challenge tag.
Your works are mere living snag
Bearing the giant cover flag.
Tracking down chances' wills
Exporting thy Awesome quills
Into many languages mills...
Someone using your head;
Imagine you lay your bed,
Another sleep tight dead.
In style comfortably-
To dreaming appreciably
Thy weird nights veritably.
As a smart team leader
Engaging virtual fender
Collate all engender.
Truly, it should be fine.
Hearts cheer gladly to assign
Bards' twine for tag's guideline.
Where all are for the same,
No one only dares to aim
Achieves without a team.
May thy labors be vain!
Who toys others' toils for gain.
Subscribing not their pains...
Let their lights become fright!
That with joy, sadness alight
To dwell faulty delight...
Design their vision's grave;
Timing piracy they crave...
Rare languages engrave!
Amen!!!
Holodomor Genocide
Native of Ukraine and Soviet Union,
Known once for my independence,
Was pitied tobrutal artificial famine,
Exporting our grain,and leaving us to die,
Declared Kurkul under Stalin's policy,
Shipped to remote uninhabited Siberia,
Left to die of famine,
I was one of the millions,
Once the landlords now riches to rags,
Ghost of hunger that engulfed us all,
Even our innocent kids,
Many nights of darknessand severe ache,
More in heart than in the stomach,
Sun brought no shine,
Zero hope as deathdanced around,
As if wolves driven from the woods,
We ate our own bodies,
Every moment souls died a new death,
Horrible Helplessness, hue and cry around,
Walking amongst corpses,
the good were first to die,
Cannibalism survived,
Could morals stay high ?
Survival a mystic miracle,
Made to deny any famine in public,
Robert conquest termed it 'Harvest of Sorrow'
Decree by Parliament proves it worst of genocide!
Written October 20th, 2014
On Holodomor In Ukraine in 1928
For contest' Genocide' by Cyndi Macmillan
Awarded 1st place
There was a time we were independent,
exporting energy out to the world.
Natural gas helped make us ascendant,
before the energy plan was unfurled.
Clean coal is indeed oxymoronic,
but our technology, better than most.
Nuclear probably is the world's tonic;
solar won't get you a night on the coast.
Shutting down pipelines, pleading with Saudis,
suspending drilling on government land…
With these pump prices, I'm getting rowdy;
time for the little guy to make a stand.
Putin? Darned tootin', he is an *ss hat,
but when I let loose, well, "Biden did that!"
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I'm driving the truck as little as possible these days, but $90 for half a tank of diesel is enough to bring out a bit of a rant...
Cerulean sky in the quiet jungle was shook up by the unexpected tremor of a white and red bimotor plane. Larry, a tall, olive skin, green eyes, was the handsome pilot of the plane called Lara. Mechanical problems obligated Larry to an emergency landing.
In the crystalline river was a lady called Lara. She was camping for two days in the inhospitable surroundings. A heart break made her to take a time out from her hectic work schedule as general surgeon. Footsteps were heard in the dry leaves. Lara looked behind her, to see the impressing presence of Larry. She thought she was going to faint.
Larry felt a skip in her heart when he saw Lara. She was very identical to his deceased beloved. Without uttering a word, they felt love at first sight. Larry asked to Lara her name. They introduced themselves. Lara was packing to return to her home. Larry told Lara about the plane incident. She offered Larry to take him to his home. By coincidences of life, they live in the same urbanization. Before stepping out of the car, Larry gave to Lara a business card with his phone number. He was the CEO of an important tobacco exporting company. One week later, Lara took her cell phone and called Larry.
He invited her to a dinner to an elegant restaurant of the city. While they were dining, Larry told to Lara that he wants to know more about her. After concluding the dinner, they agreed to continue communicating by phone, letting that time decide their romantic future. Two years passed, when Larry invited Lara to dinner waiting a surprise to Lara. An engagement ring was inside of the rose bouquet. Larry asked Lara if she would marry him. Lara accepted the proposal. Wedding planification started. Fue most expected day for Larry and Lara arrived.
Larry was wearing a black tuxedo. The ivory bridal gown of Lara was stunning. Cala flowers and pink roses were part of the church decoration. Lara walked the aisle when Larry was waiting for her. After the religious ceremony, they were declared husband and wife. They left the church in a white limousine to the reception in a five star hotel. Blissful days were part of their married life until death separate them, ending a romance that began in a jungle.
The End
"Within the Contained Behemoth"
we think we travel
strange universes
in our planetary
reconnaissance devices,
transporting initial
contact communication
for exporting
potential new lives
for resettlement,
perhaps we are the
internal world
of God,
we are
the good
and the bad
of an otherwise
invisible being,
a central life source
we cannot see for dreaming,
because
we are
part
of the internal sum
immersed
in the body
of something much larger
and we,
we are like
nerve cells, along which
impulses received
from other cells at synapses
connecting, are transmitting
to the larger bronchi,
travelling through
the trachea we
give breath and voice
to lungs that appear
like a galaxy,
perhaps we are just
crystalline allergens
we are antigens
and dust particles
debris to be
removed with
antibodies to keep
the larger life
genetically
alive.
perhaps the code
not in us, but we,
the code within
the larger, are the
internal messengers,
contracted
like a virus,
eternally mined
within the
contained Behemoth,
conscious of its time,
it is, sustainably recycling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)