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greedy man die greedy man celebrate
one man meat
is another man's poison
it doesn't change
birds of same feather
it doesn't change them
fighting to eat off the
bread of another
while they grow rich
their greed grow
with high competition
with a life of no satisfaction
greedy man die greedy man celebrate
trust no one
is well understood by the greed
even among their caucus
they pretend to trust
on same aim
yet their ambitions differs
in their taste of more
they chase by all means
their desire
not minding who is hurt
or not
business as usual
is always their logo
as much as they hang out
together in their gangs
their heart are far together
cos to their blood
they are use to fear
greedy man die greedy man celebrate
one man meat
is another man's poison
is well spelled on the life's
of this greedy monsters?
so it means an opportunity
when one greedy man die
to another greedy man
to take over
the heart of the greedy rejoice
as much as his face pretend
to be sad when he morn's
the dead greedy friend
greed is a various
that lives in the soul of
the weak in chase of
material wealth
greed is an illness
when a man becomes
too ambitious without? caution
so on the faces of
greedy caucus
morning a dead greedy man
lies the truth that
greedy man die greedy man celebrate
Three gangs gun packing
Attacked my house on three different days.
The bloods, the crips, and the Chinese mafia
Had my house under attack
Which was in a cul de sac.
It was under siege by Gangs who didn't
Believe they would face a judgment day.
Three gangs gun packing
Took out all my windows, ransacked
My house, spray painted death threats
On my abode, garage, and car in sight at mid day.
The bloods, the crips, and the Chinese mafia
Had my house under attack
All because of a manic
Perpetrator who was a runaway.
Three Gangs gun packing
Didn't know that all of my most precious
Possessions were already outside, and
They didn't care that there was no way that
They could of given them back.
I would of been devastated if they had taken my
Children away.
The bloods, the crips, and the Chinese mafia
Had my house under attack
As a matter of fact
Even with all that was going on I didn't succumb
If I had my life would of been in total disarry.
Three gangs gun packing
The bloods, the crips, and the Chinese mafia
Had my house under attack.
Nature's, raw fury can no man withstand,
nor deeds of malcontent brothers understand
Natural calamities from: wind, water, divine command;
Man-made disasters by: leader, follower, brigand
Nature's untamed, mystical hand;
Man's marauding, sentient brand
Unseen forces generating chaos in each, hurricane
band ;
Contrasted with marksman's contrived, murderous stand
Without warning, listless gales shiver each, balmy strand;
Foreordained. work strikes with targeted violence planned
Mysterious, random tornadoes o'er storm trough spanned;
Calculating armies o'er demarcated lines fanned
Perilous, isolated earthquakes no instrument had scanned;
Callous looters colluding when supply does not meet demand
Spontaneous, volcanic emissions scar the land;
Gangs marked by sign; through attrition sculpting an urban island
Unforeseen floods lawful lives, endeavors do remand
Dictator coffers overflow; with taxes, kickbacks panned
Simple neighbour but a potential predator
Images of a bad X-ray seen through hospitable beings
Every smile is perceived mischievous
Growing bad impression on constant good gestures
Evolving friendship nurtured by perceptions and preconceived ideas
Men in simple clothing but gangs in weary eyes
Entry and exit, emotionally been monitored
Neighbourhood so fine, painted red in the mind
Too trouble sensitive, leading to mental slavery
All pressurizing the unnecessary need for an extra guard
Living with dilated eyes and muscled limbs
In an environment preserved in tranquility
Takes the mind to a world of self torture, as it
Yields to the unfortunate fear of non-existent enemies.
We are called to love one another as sisters and as brothers. We are called to pray for one another, our mothers and our fathers. We are called to spread the good news of hope, grace and mercy, across the seas and across the lands. We are called to understand.
We are called to preach peaceful solutions in times of peace and of war. It is one of the reasons Jesus Christ put his peace keepers on planet earth for. We are called to be the disciples of our beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We are called to follow in his footsteps. We are called to feed the hungry.
We are called to offer shelter to the homeless. We are called to provide shoes for the shoeless. We called to provide shelter from the natural storms of life. We are called to spread the gospel news of Jesus Christ. We care called to provide hope for the hopeless. We are called to become the friends of the friendless and lonely people of the world. We are called to speak out for social, domestic, and political injustices.
We are called to speak out for freedom and justice. We called to liberate all of the slaves held in captivity by their fellow man. We are called to become the voice for those who have no chance or have no choice. We are called to be united to be called "for liberty and justice for all." We are called to await the morning's sunrise and thank God we are still alive.
We are called to always be there in good times and in bad for those who have no mothers, no fathers, or no sisters or brothers. We are called to comfort and provide care for the orphans and needy children of the world. We are called to rescues those in the drug trafficking and drug cartels, street gangs, organized crime and the sexual slavery trade. We are called to reach out to those who are afraid and are unable to run away from sexual slavery and domestic violence.
We are called to reach out and help single and unwed mothers or unwed athers and their unborn and born children. We are called upon those who are unable to take care of themselves. We are called to become the mouth, the eyes, the hands and the feet of our beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 28, 2020
Downtown
Dirt, cobblestone, brick and asphalt
Trodden on by horses, kids and others
Driven over by buggy, streetcar and automobile
Past shops, restaurants and theaters
It was the center of a town
A place where life took place
A million memories have been made
Couples who had their first dates
A child who sees their first movie
People who worked the shops
They were all part of the memories
They made the history that we remember
Now, the shops are gone
The restaurants have become rundown or closed
Converted into ghetto bars with all of the gangs and crime
The theaters died when the multiplex was born
Sixteen screens each without a personality
Everything changed with the passing of the years
The beautiful architecture of the past has been replaced
Carved marble changed into sheets of sterile glass
It disappeared as the world progressed
At least the Downtown of the past still lives
The couples, the child and the people remember
And as long as they do...there will always be a Downtown.
The season is warming up,
shirts will come off
then holes in the flesh
of babes in their beds will blossom red.
There will be no posters made,
for instant martyrs,
no outrage from politicians,
no edge of the seat television trials,
no protests or marches,
no 24/7 news cycles,
it will be just another day
for the metropolis near the bay.
People drink more
as the bodies pile up.
The rain is soft on the blacktops
blood more easily washed away.
The city is stale, ghost gusts on the lake
don’t make it to the shore,
where the still heavy air
continuous its threat of ignition.
Today and tomorrow
the guns will be warming up.
The dead are statistics -
roaming gangs of statistics
add to the deadly roll call.
It’s not all bad news
after several weeks
a child found her lost puppy.
Between the funerals
there are baby showers.
The city is doing just fine
if we close our eyes.
Will the Russian Mafia sit this one out,
Or will they decide Ukraine's Ultimate fate,
Along with that of Putin.
I suspect we will have to wait for the answer to that,
Until discussions are concluded with the Italian Mafia,
Who have not forgotten life under Mussolini.
They will also have to consider which way the western gangs will jump,
As they might decide to collectively develop a conscience,
Or turn snitches,
And make deals for get out of jail free cards,
In exchange for location of Russian Mafia Funds.
I suspect watching their considerable investments in the Ukraine,
Go up in smoke,
Will give them no choice but to look for,
Suitable sympathy cards for Putin's family.
Monsters roam the Earth,
In every shape and form.
There's monsters in the high schools,
And in a college dorm.
There's monsters on the streets,
And monsters in the courts.
There's monsters wearing suits,
And monsters wearing shorts.
There's some in hooded whites,
And some in powdered blue.
There's monsters forming gangs,
That want to rip us all in two
There's monsters on the Left,
And monsters on the Right.
There's monsters now in Congress,
Just looking for a fight.
There's monsters at the Pentagon,
And even on our bases.
There's monsters that are hidden,
Without any faces.
There's monsters on TV,
And on the Internet.
There's monsters on the radio,
We haven't even met.
There's monsters in cathedrals,
And behind prison walls.
There's monsters on the playground,
Lurking in bathroom stalls.
There's monsters in a penthouse,
And monsters in a shack.
There's some you think a friend,
That'll stab you in the back.
The ones that scare me most,
And fills my heart with dread.
Are those evil little monsters,
That live inside my head.
Coloured thoughts
So many bad reports
Fighting my race
The group that forgot about the wonders of grace!
I trace their mistake in the face of jealousy
Hoping to help the new teachers entering the system and
Letting them know the danger of clicks in the staffroom
While at the same time exposing the misrepresentation
Of acting a certain way for a permanent post!
Teaching at a young age
I saw how teachers try to put you in a cage
So many clicks try to give you permanency as a teacher
With the hope that you will be a part of their gang!
Not liking them means no permanency
But this system is diabolical!
I reject my people’s attitude
Sitting with my pen
There are men and women from hell
Let me tell you a tale
The pale truth is that there are more
Gangs in the staffroom!
Gangs create gossip
A crime of our time and this
Prevent teachers from reaching their prime!
Judging my race in the staffroom
Coloured thoughts
So many bad reports
I trace their mistake in the face of jealousy
Hoping to help the new teachers entering the system and
Letting them know the danger of clicks in the staffroom
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