Long Famines Poems
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Home sweet home, Africa my mother's land
Where mornings arise with beautiful sounds of joyful birds
Giving thanks to the one who gave them life.
A peaceful yet chaotic place where souls find comfort in discomfort
Cherished by the smoke of love and wisdom
To keep hopeless hopes hoping for better days.
A land of my origin in which my life principles are rooted
And constantly nursed by my forefathers and mothers
To keep me wet in a well of norms and traditions.
This is home sweet home Africa my mother's land
Where breakfasts and dinners are blessed with arts& culture
In memory of days when forests used to produce food to eat
And herbs to cure illnesses.
Gone are the dàys , gone are the times
But Africa my home remains firm like a tree in desert
Watered by the streams of tears and blood
With sorrows lamenting in pains.
Yes, I still call it a sweet-peaceful home
Though famines and draughts
Continues to crush it with civil wars & political instability
As the world watches in silence for this is Africa;
Africa my home where hopes will never be lost
No matter the blood lost.
In pains and laments we will forever smile
For we know that a home we have
A home that stood heavy rains and horrible storms
For many years and will continue doing so
In decades and centuries to come.
The chessboard stretches, black and white,
Too many pawns crowd every fight.
Resources dwindle, tempers flare,
Too many hands grasp thinning air.
The planners meet in silent halls,
Their charts and graphs like ancient walls.
They speak in terms both cold and clean—
"Efficient means," not "cruel" or "mean."
A gentle nudge, a softened blow,
Less birth, less war, more death below.
No famines loud, no bombs to shake—
Just medicine we do not make.
Subtle are the tools of fate,
Disguised in law, in boardroom weight.
The world, they say, must be more small—
But never start with us at all.
THE HOLOCAUST :
In a land full of greed,
Where the wicked hold their feasts.
In a land full of beasts,
Causing long cemented grief.
With shadows of sorrow fencing the meek.
And politics building one to be a thief,
As Terrorism is at the highest peak.
And theocracy is only existing to deceive.
We still alive breathing in pain.
No matter how far we've stayed,
What exactly do we gain?
North to South are for men trade,
East to West get men slained.
The journey is obviously mislaid.
The land of the living is passing,
And its system is hardened.
Who is now it's ruler,
Making the land so meager?
What's breaking its strongest pillar,
Established as an unshakable figure?
No more can we stand,
On this weak land.
Our pulsational hearts are on fire,
For the issues are higher.
Poverty terminating lives unreasonably,
This topic is cultivated unpleasantly.
Who should we blame,
For causing this maim?
Who should we name,
For all these shame?
The land is full of pestilence,
Destroying certain core eminence.
Famines on the rise,
And we feeling it in our eyes.
The land is at war,
And it seems not to end at all.
What is the ransom for peace,
As we're gnashing our teeth?
We’ve been together since creation.
You’d be my mother, I’d be your son.
We watched each passing generation,
Hoping mankind would continue on.
Our assigned ancestors lived and died,
While perpetuating onward our lineage,
In spite of disease, famines, genocides--
Or wars for lands, religions, or just pillage.
Civilizations rose and fell, rise and fall;
Empires, city-states, kingdoms, and nations.
Our ancestors were amidst them all
Back to our earliest generations.
You and I were held back to a modern age.
Happily mankind managed to carry on
Long enough for us to take the stage.
But there’s a new terror for us: abortion.
Your parents happily wanted you to be,
So I wished you godspeed at the portal.
Saying “see you later” you promised me
That I’d have a chance to live as a mortal.
Now I’m left with my potential descendents,
Hoping that you will soon keep your word,
Because now on you we are all dependent
To perpetuate our family ever onward.
Clothed in deception you made your entrance at the dawn of earth’s history.
Through sin, you entered the world and our race has not been able to fathom your mystery.
You were to be the consequence of disobedience, but the deceiver promised Eve enlightenment.
When Cain killed Abel you claimed your first victim much to your heart’s content.
You have a penchant for claiming your victims en masse as in the cataclysmic flood.
Whether men or women, young or old, you do not care, all you want is humanity’s blood.
Your tools of trade are wars, famines, pestilences, and genocide.
O how many victims you claim with suicide, infanticide, and other forms of homicide.
Like a tyrant you rule as day follows night, subduing your victims with your power and might.
But the resurrection of Lazarus should give you hint, that your end is surely in sight.
Be warned you bully your dominion is not complete, Moses and Elijah point to a future time of sweet relief.
Soon to be realized by those who in Jesus place their firm belief.
In the fullness of time, you met your match when you came face to face with Jesus, God’s Son.
You and the grave conspired to hold him fast because if you succeeded the battle would be won.
He was battered and bruised and nailed to a cross, then he said, “It is finished” and gave up the Ghost.
Then it was your turn with Satan and demons, soldiers and sealed tomb, to be his eternal host.
The day of your triumph was the Preparation day called Friday
It was followed by the Sabbath, so in the tomb, He decided to stay.
Then came Sunday, the third day in earth’s womb.
Twas the day when our Savior came forth from the tomb.
He came forth with life original and unborrowed.
Then mocked and scorned you because you were swallowed,
by His glorious victory, which gives to His children a life of assurance,
that one day they will praise Him, for their glorious deliverance.
When the serpent in the garden said to Eve, “You shall not surely die,”
He knew to his breast that he was telling her a lie,
But this was his way to get even with God for casting him out,
From the courts of heaven to earth during their first bout.
He wanted to mock God by undermining his authority,
And injecting this trait in all of humanity.
The history of the world bears witness to the fact,
That he was quite successful in employing this tact.
When God asked Cain and Abel sacrifices to make,
He was clear that only an animal sacrifice he would take,
Cain in defiance chose to offer fruits instead,
An evidence that the mocking trait was in his head.
God refused his offering, and Cain got real mad,
And when Abel’s offering was accepted, he was very sad.
But instead of repenting he let the anger boil in his head,
And when it was all over his brother Abel was dead.
Then as evil reached a peak, God send Noah with a message of warning,
But instead of repenting the Antediluvians started mocking,
Until the rain started falling and the deep fountains started flowing,
And except for Noah and his family, they all were dead by drowning.
In the fullness of time God sent His Son with a message of love,
He was anointed for His mission by the descent of a dove,
But instead of repenting the religious leaders resorted to mocking,
And when His preaching they could no longer take, God’s Son they were crucifying.
And what of us who are alive today, at a time when the end is nearing,
When we hear of wars, famines, pestilences, earthquakes, and flooding,
Do we find their frequency and prevalence to be shocking,
Or do we just shrug our shoulders and then resort to mocking.
Citizens of the world in the midst of the Covid-19 pandemic,
The evidence that our world is nearing an end is seismic,
Would you heed God’s message of warning and start repenting,
Or would you choose instead to keep on mocking?
Whatever your choice the consequences are clear,
God’s message of warning is loud enough for all to hear,
Follow Satan and his mocking and reap a fiery destiny
Or choose Christ as your Savior and enjoy life for eternity.
The fish needs the anemone; the anemone, the fish
The pollen needs to be the bumble bee’s most precious wish
There’s fishes that frequent the mouths of huge man eating sharks
There’s places where I walk my dog, where he, at nothing, barks
The dragonfly leaps into flight, how does he know he can
A dolphin will attack a shark… to save his fellow man????
A chick will clamber from an egg and when he’s fully grown
He’ll fly five thousand miles to find a land he’s never known
All of this is cool and yet defies all explanation
So what on Earth created everything in every nation
Coincidence or accident, the odds just made it so
When mother nature’s dice were bad, she took another throw
Do I marvel at the splendour of the stars or moonlit nights
Do I smile when on a lavender a butterfly alights
It’s truly hard to comprehend; to find a rationale
For each astounding thing in this whole world - or this locale
Some say it’s evolution and the rest say we should pray
As though it’s Mother Nature or a god made things this way
But nature plays a game of chance; things work or don’t last long
I wonder at the notion that a god might get things wrong
There’s negatives… volcanoes, earthquakes, famines and tornadoes
I’d like to think a watchful god would save us all from those
I know not who or what made planet blue ’pon which we live
But when I see the truth my full allegiance I shall give
For all the birds and all the bees and all the plants and all the trees
Shall fill my heart with joy but shall not bring me to my knees
And yet our science tells us that it started with a bang
Which, some say, is as likely as, “Then all the angels sang.”
But all of us - you, them and I - are mortal as that butterfly
Will answers come the day we die, or will our souls lay down and cry
Will we float into the light with no fears, needs nor appetites
Or will we simply cease to be, with no more days and no more nights
I gaze at all the wonders that form part of all that is
And I don’t know if they are nature’s work or they are ‘his’
I envy those who have the faith; for me, I make this call
How lucky have I been to witness all of this at all?
SIGN OF THE TIMES
S—Serve no man serving no one untrue
I-- Instructing you inspirationally deceives you
G—Give no thought beginning of sorrows
N—No nothing none all heard rumours of wars tomorrow
O—Ordinarily oft Offensive nations shall rise against nations
F-- False Prophets risen famines, and pestilences
T—Tempers take no heed many shall be deceive
H-- Hell's here now hater of nations “it's alright believe”
E-- Earthquakes, in divers places sound, iniquity shall abound
T—Turbulence times be no troubles many shall wax cold
I-- I am Christ many shall come in my name, saying?
M--Many false prophets shall rise tell you lies, and
E-- End is not yet here endure unto the end
S-- Shall end come afflicted kingdoms against kingdoms
4/24/18 Copyright © 2018
For Contest: Sign of The Times
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Death
kills not despair
emotion found in Hell
nor does it kill wrath
against life imperfect
kills driver's chance
instead
to turn wheel
to gratitude gear
before bodyless
descent
down
slippery slope
of no return
all stays static
in Hell
no need for change
in boring hell
only the perfect
ends there
life changes
from imperfect
to imperfect
teethless to toothless
biting teeth of winter ice
to birds' alarm chatter
stinking flowers
nourishing wasps
to blistering heat
of sun caprice
till autumn thief
robs trees
dry
men to cows
parasites
helpless baby
senseless pa
ignorant mass
mediocre at best
leaving carbon
footprints
and nothing else.
Elite's wealth
will rid earth
of the useless:
pestilence, wars,
famines, GMO's
contraception, abortion
secret weapons
of mass destruction
nuclear blasts,
perfected by nerds
to kill the herd.
Devil dimmed eyes
don't you see
it's suicide?
Nature won't stay deaf
adding its toll
to death
revenging blood
unjustly shed
shaking mountains
out of lap
sneezing objects
down from sky
clouds dry
no tears left to cry
volcano mouths
erupting
dragon breaths
sea belly vomiting
tsunamis
turning skyscrapers
to dirt
killing with one blast
good and bad.
Humble life
not claiming
to be perfect
content of doing
the correct
to continues God's
life breath on earth
rotating wheel
from baby to caretaker
circle cycling
different each time
light following night
crocus piercing snow
unafraid of dying
from ice
rain and sun
softening heart's clay
for seeds to sprout
melody of spring songs
in azure skies
God's image
of love
shouldering sin
waste
breathing out
life
pears and apples
with God's seeds
perpetual imprint
whispering of peace
its silence
one limb torn
from humanity body
even the stones will cry.
Satan hates life
mortal wound
to his pride
only God
can create and
resurrect life.
God's life breath
not destroyable by death
descends into the abyss
if Holy Spirit's flame
is blown out by sin
or ascends to Paradise
of joy eternal
if forgiven by Jesus Christ.
That is all
that matters
to No-Body
which in time
is everybody.
Lust, longing and greed
Through frenzy, craze and rage
Damage, destruction and depletion
The hallmark of emerging culture
Nature’s blood thirsty hawks
Out in the open, unchecked
Consuming all, preserving none
Mindless and moronic swarms
Voracious, hungry and mad
Making earth barren and bare
With fires, famines and floods
Digging graves of the unborn
Perpetuating thirst and hunger
Sworn enemies of the planet
Mantras, shouts and slogans,
Alarms, concerns, pretensions
Catchy crowds of activists
Yield nothing but display
A routine and repetitive affair
A pastime for politicians
Events of pomp and show
What to do, where to go
Darkness al around
Virtuous and conscientious
The enlightened souls
Among human creatures
Have saved the world in the past
Let us pray for their resurgence