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They are dirty, they are unclean, they need to be exterminated she explained to me. I was a ride share driver and picked up a women, she explained she came from a ….. country to get educated and was now living in Boston area, she supported abortion and other forms of human extermination of unclean people, she explained that since these children and people were created uncleanly they therefore needed to be exterminated. Today I still think about this conversation with her, and I pray for the many she will try to influence to die for her belief. Always choose life and protect it,life is a gift and a blessing, so value it, protect it, and cherish every day. Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Absolute truth
Question?
What is the absolute truth ?
Depends on who you are asking
What they believe in
And what there motives are
Some say the Bible is the absolute truth
Beyond question or reproach
Islamic State will kill anyone who disagree with there's
The Nazi holocausts exterminated the Jews for there's
But for me
The truth is in the eye of the beholder
For instance
Thou shall not kill
But faith has been killing in the name of the Lord
Since religion began
And survives till today
If everyone goes to heaven
What is the point of dwelling on hell
Judgment
Judge not others or you will be judged yourself
Judge Judy is she a real judge?
Judge me on my actions not my faith
Jpon Judgment Day
Who am I to be judged by?
And on what or whose criteria ?
Are we not not all sat in judgment of the soup?
And does placing our comments ?
Not underline the case in point?
Lies
Everyone lie's
The very world we live in
Is based on mans lie's
Example
False news media outlets
Our electoral Politicians
Bent Priest's
Islamic Suicidal Bomber's
2 World Wars
And Nuclear Weapons
When all is said and all is done
The absolute truth is that
All scripture is based on lies
They can't all be right?
Unless there is more than 1 God??
But that slams the door firmly closed on there
1 true God ideology
And what about the proposition of Extraterrestrial being's ?
Come to your own conclusion
Reference facts whence you seek solution's
In which to place your faith
All these books were written by power hungry Men
Christian, Islamic , Jewish
Every single 1
Mainly inspired by Prophesying
For Political gain
There is not a single soul on mother earth
Who has ever seen or witnessed the voice of said God
Or am I ?
Completely Wrong ?
Some 2000 year's have elapsed
Since the 3 Major Faith's
Propagated God had spoken
And the gate has been left wide open
For the 2nd coming
All 1 has to do is believe
Place your hands on the holly book
And swear allegiance
But 1st and foremost
Never Question
Judge only for yourself
What are lie's ?
And who is lying to you?
And if the means defies the end?
And the truth will set you free
I choose rather to believe in
And place my only faith in
KNOWLEDGE
And
LOVE
A man planted a tree front yard of his house
wishing to grow and attract the birds to come
and sit on the treetop and twitter sweet songs all day long
in a warm sunny spring day; throwing a shade to quench the heat,
hence, the weary wayfarers take a rest under the shade to refresh
the languid body and the soul in a burning hot summer day; making
the worn-out travelers to realize the word appreciation and abundance through
a lot of sweet fruits the tree bears to feed in a beautiful autumn day; to shut out the bitter cold wintry wind comes with blizzard from north to tap the windows violently with the trunk and limbs of the tree in the dark dread bone chilling night.
He took care of the tree with his utmost sincerity,
he nourished the tree with manure, he covered its roots
with rich soil in spring; he sprinkled and poured refreshing
spring water to prevent it from burning down by the scorching sun
that throws incandescent rays in summer; he looked after the tree day
and night to assure no harm was done from the pests, he exterminated
noxious insects clinging on the trunk to eat it away in autumn;
he waved warm straw quilt and covered the trunk with it to check
the blow of chilling wind coming from north at winter.
The tree grew rapidly, it grew as much as the man’s effort and dedication,
at last, after crossing many moons and suns over, and passing through
the wild winds the treetop reached to the sky.
He was happy after all;
he tenderly whispered to the tree,
patted the tree and hugged the tree.
Nonetheless, what went wrong? Although the tree grew high and tall
no merry birds came and sang, there was no cool shade as to cover
the boiling sun, there were no branches loaded with the sweet fruits,
rather, the wind which grabbed the withered branches and tossed them
to the ground was colder than arctic air, the blizzard from the far north edge.
The man,
chopped the tree down.
No more creativity deemed on
the exercise of rotten faculty
Nor burning intelligence’s
penalty
Nor repression sold as
suppression
Nor dissemination of distortion
I shall be content at dawn
To take my leave
Subjugation’s tyranny’s ambition
It’s combat?
Humanity’s mission
Submission’s antithesis is
faction
Behold as protest is deemed
agitation
As justice refuses man’s
gratitude
Take my head be-header
For this truth you shall never
erase
For I am decapitated but not
capitulated
Speak not of blood ties when
you only bleed lies
Repression is a passport to
humanity’s extinction
I’m neither angel nor devil
Nor saintly nor evil
I am human
Striving for what’s right
Enemies call me cold
I belong in no shelf
I put no labels to myself
Save to say love is my way
When walls brought stuffy
indoctrination
And repression funded mental
assassination
Humanity created a blowing
wind
I climb beyond the human
heights
When I'm telling the truth
Explosive in the extreme
I’m called subversive
When i’m only creative
They call me kinky
When i’m only inky
I raise an objection
And get a rejection
When the best brains become
exterminated
And purity poison to
contaminate
For if the worst doesn’t come
to the best the sun shall
rise in the west..
They were so alien to us
and we so alien to them
that we could make nothing of each other.
They exterminated all we humans and our cats.
Leaving but a few specimens around
for further study perhaps, then most left
with much of our earth minerals.
It appears they considered
cats the more intelligent species,
and we humans but a vanishing race
of useless beings.
Since the invasion we have had to reevaluate
our evolutionary significance,
and the inexplicable importance
of cats to all life-forms.
We have learned to be docile and compliant,
never thinking of escaping -
where would we go?
Our continued existence here
now depends
on our tolerance for canned cat food.
At first glance, time had stopped.
The air felt light, a sweet scent followed the current.
A solar flare, there she stood.
Weeks of dreading, months of pondering.
Years of emotional tournament.
Was it all worth it?
Sleepless nights, mental starvation.
Loathing for that bright light,
always a little out of reach.
Freezing forests,
traces of growth exterminated.
Black skies weep droplets of sorrow.
Always too early, and always too late.
A path that splits in two,
yet I’m always walking a familiar road.
An uninspired rhythm,
a melody lacking any hint of beauty.
It's nothing more than noise.
Born to follow my heart,
I can’t endure the harsh tune of hers.
It was always bad timing.
Underdressed and bold, overdressed and vulnerable.
There has always been an unspoken truth.
With wings clipped, unable to fly away.
Blood embedded in the snow, bones pierced.
Break through this barrier and reclaim the sky.
Soar as high as you want, my friend.
A galaxy heart, free to explore the universe.
Go, be at peace.
The holocaust.
A historical event known worldwide
Taught in every history class
The point being is its known
Why is that important?
It overshadows
It takes the spotlight
It is also white history
Because even though it was mainly the persecution of Jews
At the end of the day they are still white
But what about another holocaust
Another genocide of people
Those who were discriminated against
And were targeted by Germany
In this case they were black
This was the Germans first attack
The wipe out of generations
Innocent children and the elderly
Innocent black people exterminated
All because of a rebellion
Of a people defending their nation
Herero and Nama
The retaliation from the Germans
Catastrophic
It changes the lives of many
The murders and separations of families
Around 100,000 hereros
And 25,000 Nama
Brutally murdered in a genocide
Silenced by the colour of the victims skin
It didn't end there
The Germans had won
And Hereros and Nama were defeated
Instead of the Germans leaving
They took souvenirs
Those who survived
Were imprisoned
Starved, dehydrated and beaten
If the genocide hadn't killed them
Then the concentration camps certainly did
The jews were given historical grace
And the Southern Western Africans were erased
And you wonder why we make 'everything about race'
Is because you wouldn't care if the history Of my people was slapped in your face
We stay in this underground fortress
will it be our salvation or our tomb
Can we survive the pending onslaught
is this a heroic suicide
that history will forget
the vanquished are damned to be erased from the pages of history
Three months earlier we knew
Jupiter had fallen, but how
She was as large as the moon
had impenetrable shields
She was our last hope
of our earth's race
We wait
Those who could fled, thousands so many thousands
those who can't wait, hundreds just hundreds
Can we be undetected
or do they know
Are we betrayed
No one is coming to save us
No one will ever return
to a planet scorched and burnt
by a power as strong as seven suns
A quiet unity combines a thousand souls
buried deep within the earth
A sonic boom shakes the earth
faceless souls tremble
They are here
Slowly I peel away from the masses
Up the steep slope I climb
I open the barrier seal door
and lift it up to reveal
an deserted earth desolated and empty
bone dry with the dust of ashes from once living things
I left up my arms and walk into the wind
embracing the spirit of my mother earth
Slowly I am joined one by one until the underground fortress
has empty of it's thousand, men, women, children
Old, young, healthy and infirm but living
We are alive, we are survivors
They passed us by, not worth their time
and pursued those who fled
Why would they worry about a planet deem dead
Why bother with a tiny blue sphere
insignificant, unwanted and thought exterminated
I place my arms down and smile relief
a steady breeze wisps away the ashes
green blades asunder are revealed
In the horizon a flash of lightning
a clasp of thunder, the sweet smell of cooling rain
People embrace, people cry
Jupiter has fallen, but we still stand
We won after all.
Heaven Can You Hear Me?
This Poem Was Inspired by Acknowledging the Fact that I am One of 7 Billion, That I Have Significance, and that My Voice and Presence Matters. This Poem Also Aimed at Recognizing that Life is Hard Sometimes, and that I Don't Have All the Answers, and That I Need Help, Grace and Understanding While I Face The Many Challenges of Life, Marriage and My Walk as a Fellow Human Being.
Dear Opponents of Yeshua or Jesus Christ and Israel!
This Poem was Written Because Palestinians, Muslims Nations and Various Other Groups Attempt to Silence the Voice of Israel. They Contemplate or Think that Their Military Might Alone Will Give them The Victory. I Disagree. For My Bible States Otherwise. That The God of Heaven, The Earth and the Universe Will Defend his People Israel, Based on his Covenant, Promise and Commitment With Father Abraham. HE Will Allow Them to be Punished for their Disobedience to his Laws, Precepts and Commands, or for Their Wrong Doings, But Not Completely Annihilated, Exterminated, or Wiped Out.
Words I Never Knew I Needed To Say!
This Poem was Inspired by My Father Leaving Our Home When I was 17, and the Effects of this Event on My Two Younger Brothers, Sister and Mother. I Never Realized How This Event Had Such an Impact on My Life As Well, Because I Avoided it As Much as Possible. I also Did Not Realize How Much of Our Identity, Understanding of Ourselves as a Black Male, and Sense of Self Worth, Came From this Relationship. This Poem Also Acknowledges That I Never Realized How Much I Needed Him, Till He Was Gone, and I Hope that You Don't Make the Same Mistake. Thus if You Love Someone, Please Tell Them While They Are Still Living, and You Don't Have to Wait Till You Get To Heaven, to Let Them Know How You Feel.
God Bless,
Paul Anthony Cumberbatch II (July 2022)
People who tell it like it is
Are usually wrongfully targeted
People who tell the truth with ease
Are routinely are attacked or assassinated
The truth exposes the weaknesses of the oppressors
The truth empowers the victims who are weaker
The truth undresses the wicked and the haters
The truth gives hope to the civilians who are poorer
We live in a world of deceits, shootings, murders, and lies
We see the hardcore criminals on the news all the time
We witness daily the diverse bombings of babies, infants
Toddlers, teenagers, passerby, pregnant women and innocents
And we are tired of watching so much grime and crime
Indiscriminate killing of civilians is genocide
Hourly slaughtering of infants is genocide
Sporadic beating of teenagers is genocide
And arbitrary insulting of the elders is genocide
Democracy is dead. Justice is decapitated
Liberty is extinct and freedom is exterminated
International treaties and laws are violated
Words are shackled and tongues are slit and amputated
What kind of democracy is this?
What type of country is this?
The thieves rule, roam and run the streets and the valleys
Their planes bomb churches, hospitals, dams, pipes, rivers and bays
The truth brings fear to the cruel offenders
The truth upsets the cursed liars and the nefarious murderers
What kind of world is this?
What type of race is this?
Lions, tigers, hyenas and dogs are wondering and talking
About the human race which is supposed to be civilized
What a shame! War is genocidal and uncivilized
Violence beguiles more violence. The world is weeping
Because too many innocent civilians are dying
Too many murderous guns, too many deadly bullets
And it’s so discouraging that so many voters burn the ballots
Thank God that countless good People stand for the truth
The youth is scared. Ouch! They dropped another bomb. Ouch!
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.