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You see the evil doesn’t look at all condemned
Those evil troublemakers of mankind
Are well remembered, way above the nameless dead
Who by the will of country rulers had to die
Because the actions, as you say my darling dear
Speak louder than words, and so they act
As if they had too little history in rear
So thinking they’re unique in making pacts
They settle on the same old evil plan
The same catastrophe, the same vain sacrifices
Inevitably ends it up, as it did then
When those like them disdained the words of wise
Complacency can’t be outsmarted by the cruel
Can’t be reported by the frightened flatterers
Complacency is always punished by the rule
With no exceptions to it, but that’s not about us
We can’t relate to those obsessed with power
To their staffers, games of death and hymns of glory
The bumblebees collect the pollen from your flowers
And there we are, in our eternal garden story.
condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion
remember Ballet is best learned using proper steps and stages.
every tree is relieved when Spring comes
a shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.
the dairy industry in the Middle-East depends on milk shakes.
every lumberjacks can keep accurate records because they understand logs.
look Once you've seen one shopping centre, you've seen a mall.
if you want good feedback ask any road-roller driver - they are natural flatterers.
fields of bare brown earth can be a harrowing site
every marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
sorry soup all stolen from Google , was going to be for Christy teas comp
This world is full of enough negativity. Any style give me a positive outlook on life. Hint: I'm fond of a play on words.
spells create life down the side and lots of word play put I can't enter it lol smile value only :-)
The devil's corrupt cohorts
Roam like an angry lion;
They've wormed their way into the flock,
Creating carnal division and dissension.
They think they have the license
Or freedom to live as they please;
Look out! They threaten to upset our faith,
For us not to attain lasting peace.
The ungodly men sow and strike terror,
Twisting the authentic gospel;
They replace the pure words of God
With wisdom and principles of evil.
Stay away from them who use
Smooth and persuasive talk;
They speak of fine and fancy words
To deceive the naive the way they walk.
The flatterers' aim is the enemy's work
To change the teaching we receive;
Those innocent who are fooled
Fall victims for they don't believe.
The warriors of the Lord though
Are always alert and on guard;
Ready to face the spiritual terrorists,
They do their job well, working hard.
Bravely must we fight for the faith,
For us not to end up destroyed;
Respect and keep the covenant,
Contempt for the teaching we must avoid.
Remember all the commandments,
Listen, receive, love and obey;
Imprint them in our heart and mind
To be firm and steadfast as we pray.
Our goal is not only to fight for the faith
But also defend it against the enemy;
With God Almighty on our side,
We will raise our hands in victory.
Fight and defeat our faith's foe,
As we wait for the world's nearing end;
To emerge winner and gain eternal life,
Our faith we must hold and defend.
Act V: The Temptation of Power
FIRST PATRICIAN:
The treasury is ripe for subtle hands.
A favor here, a contract there—who sees?
SECOND PATRICIAN:
The Senate nods, the people scarce inquire.
Why shouldst thou not enjoy what fate bestows?
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Enjoy? Is office now a gilded cup,
To drink from deep and spill upon the poor?
FIRST PATRICIAN:
Thou speak’st as if old Lucilius still lives.
His age is past. The world hath changed its face.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Yet virtue changes not, nor truth decays.
Though Lucilius sleeps beneath the stone,
His voice still echoes in my waking soul.
SECOND PATRICIAN:
A voice of dust. The living must prevail.
Wilt thou be ruled by shadows of the dead?
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Nay, I am ruled by reason, not by ghosts.
But he was more than man—he was the flame
That lit my youth with honor’s sacred fire.
I sat beneath his olive tree and learned
That power is duty, not a feast for pride.
CHORUS:
O noble heart, beset by serpent tongues,
Hold fast the torch thy master placed in hand.
Let not the golden bribe eclipse the sun
Of justice, nor thy soul be bought with praise.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
I see the path, though thorns may line its edge.
To walk with clean and upright steps is hard,
But easier than bearing guilt’s long chain.
I shall not stain the robe that Rome hath given,
Nor sell my name for fleeting luxury.
FIRST PATRICIAN:
Then thou art lost to dreams and pious lore.
SECOND PATRICIAN:
So be it. Others shall ascend in time.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
O master, if thy shade can hear my vow,
Know that thy teachings live within my breast.
Though tempters come with honeyed words and gold,
I shall not bend, nor break beneath their weight.
Let Rome be ruled by men who still recall
That greatness lies in serving, not in gain.
CHORUS:
Thus virtue stands, though flatterers depart.
The seed once sown now blossoms in the sun.
And though the sage be dust, his wisdom breathes
In hearts made strong by truth and discipline.
Written: January 26, 2026, for contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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Introduction
England struggled with hunger, fear, and distrust during the Black Death. The Peasants Revolt of 1381 showed a kingdom in desperate times when injustice and extortion thrived, and truth was often ignored. This poem condemns the constant instability and corruption of power that relied on greed and neglected ordinary people during Richard III reign. Integrity is the key to true success.
Poem
The primeval universe was heavy with grief.
It's valleys of famine, its lowest breath;
Yet nobles conspire in a bedlam brief,
While peasants fight courageously in stealth.
The obedient court, in colloquy vain,
Spoils corruption and dismisses pain.
Kindness was mocked, and virtue made frail,
Delusion wrapped in sycophantic gold;
Rebellious nobles, their blood-red tale,
Stakeout the halls where corruption molds.
The loud cry of the public was ignored,
Fragile hope withers, and patience abhorred.
Philosophers prate in orotund tone,
While stoic men barter for the crown;
Underlying justice is broken, left alone.
As flattering flatterers kneel in usual frown.
The river of rebellion, cheerful in its flame,
was quenched by extortion, austere in aim.
O Prince, fear the strangeness of your reign;
The clamor conceals a deep loss of trust.
Do not nurture greed or scold in vain,
So nothing is lost to rebellious lust.
Web your people not with false lies,
but with consistency, or the kingdom dies.