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Premium Member A Narrative Sure to Resonate with Those Who Stand for Justice

   Mexico claims part of Texas as its own  
     Calls to invade the Lone Star State have lately grown

   Long-time Texans can hardly believe their ears
     This issue has been decided for many years 

   But on Christmas night, Mexican gangs
     roamed Texan border towns, seeking Texans to hang

   They killed 2,000, then raped some more
     took others hostage, about twelve score

   Joe B., furious, ordered an all-out assault
     He'd show those Mexicans who was at fault

   Not so fast, progressive Democrats said
     There was 'context' to the border assault, and the 2,000 dead

   In fact, the Mexicans were the unlucky victims of systemic racism
     not to mention decades of oppression and neo-colonialism

   Since the 1850's the Mexicans had suffered, the Left said
     'Twas a heinous crime for 'Genocide Joe' to kill them dead

   So, Joe B. caved, and gave the 'conquistadores' their reward
     Over their new border inside Texas, all their 'amigos' poured...
Form: Narrative


The Propagation of Hate

Malignant gangrenous political cancer
     corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
     thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance

     with feeble minded Donald Trump
     implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
     human rights legislation

     more or less pronounced positive
     in every L ionized Nittany or cotton bowl state
and ratiocination inherent within
     mine Democrat oriented mind doth rate

this forty fifth president (defect)
     with sawdust packing
     his noodle oven egotistical pate
trophy wife (spouse number three),

     a Slovenia mate
donning "I don't care anymore"
     t-shirt rousing media firestorm of late
essentially silently corroborating,

     fostering, and illuminating hate
mutely bolstering the Trump anthem,
     viz make America great
again, which pathless,

     pithless, and pointless aim
     roars like an earsplitting runaway freight
     train oblivious of wailing soul asylum,
     that no era meets said criteria

     backtracking time machine before
     rightful indigenous occupants of this land
     got decimated as one after another
     exploiter did inundate

(comprising a multitude
     of indigenous variety of village people
indignantly subjected to Genocide,
     when first "discoverer"

     of new land didst promulgate
activation wrought deliberate sealed fate
vis a vis capitulation, demolition,
     and extirpation, cuz

     a scathing rebuke aye attest,
     those murderers didst equate
worthlessness of
     so called "Indians" on 1492 date,

and still remnants of storied tribes,
     now attempt to create
historical documentation operate
ting with limited resources to adjudicate.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
Food methinks doth buzzfeed drumbeat agog
at pyrotechnics July 4th, 2018 shared as blog
posts, a falsehood prevails which dog
gone “FAKE” brewed watered down grog
posits that the majority of Colonialists stay hog

tied to strict task masters, and mainly the scant 
upperclass experienced autonomy, 
     no matter the under class didst futilely rant
and rave with the occasional 
     uprisings over time did grant 
minimal appeasement to stifle violent kant!
Form: Epic

Premium Member Heading Off to 'Good Old Princeton'

  
     “Well, Dad, I’m off to good old Princeton, the college of our dreams”
         “Yes, son, won’t be long and you’ll be Vice-President of my corporate team”

      "So, son, are you taking any business courses this semester?”
         “Well, Dad, I thought I’d give that Princeton tiger a test or -- 
           you know, get my required courses out of the way first”

     “I see, my son, I see. So what’ll it be: English, Physics, trigonometry?”
         “Well, Dad, actually it’s everyone’s favorite class on campus”
     “In what discipline, son? In what field?”
         “Well, Dad, it’s in anthropology” 

    “Anthropology? Why, that’s for stoned-out freaks who hang around the Plaza” 
         “Well, Dad, not really. Um, er... It's #1 in popularity. 
           -- It’s a course on the intersection of gender studies
                                                                              ~ and the genocide in Gaza”

    (Gulping): “Son, can you describe the contents of this ‘campus favorite’ to me?”

         “Well, Dad: ‘Drawing on decolonial, indigenous and feminist thought, we examine
         how genocidal projects target reproductive life, sexual and familial structures, and
         community survival.”**

     “Gadzooks! Guess you won’t be needing my old beaver coat at Princeton. Heh-heh… Now tell 
       me, son: How is this intersectional genocide course gonna pay for the mortgage and groceries
       at all?”

         “Well, Dad ~ Isn’t that YOUR JOB, old buddy, old pal?”



       _________________________________________________________________________________________________   
       ** Taken verbatim from an article on Princeton by Peter D'Abrosca of Fox News, today's date.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Knew Then That I Mattered

You were just cockroaches, not people at all.
The young men stare at the genocide perpetrator.
It was our teaching, we were taught to maim and kill you.
You were cockroaches. Three orphans tried to understand.

In April 1994 a million people were killed in Rwanda, 
Because they were the minority. Unarmed women and children, slaughtered.
By machetes and steel-nailed clubs called “no mercy”.
Twenty-five years later three young men meet one of the perpetrators.

The perpetrator asks for forgiveness yet he gave no mercy.
The three orphans have healed through the art of photography.
They were taken in to an orphanage run by Ros Carr, age eighty-two.
She welcomed David Jiranek, who taught the orphans photography.

They were eight, nine and ten, and they were lost, saddened by sorrow.
Photography showed them a way to express themselves; it was cathartic.
One of the orphans said “I realized then that I mattered.”
These three were able to document their stories.

They are now sitting under a tree, listening to one of the perpetrators.
He had spent fifteen years in prison for his crimes. 
They have found humanity that was lost to them, but now is found.
Forgiveness in another step in their healing process to wholeness.

Free West Papua

Free west Papua
There is a quite genocide 
Is hidden from the view
Is rare on our popular media 
Is like no help for this people 
As they are been slaughtered
Like there is no tomorrow

Oh free west Papua 
As you a human 
So they are too 
Love we need not war 

Free west Papua 
The killing is high 
Some where in Asia 
Blacks as we are called 
Our life in west Papua 
Right in Indonesia 
Means less than a human 
Yet 
Is hidden from the view
Is rare on our popular media 
Is like no help for this people 
As they are been slaughtered 
Like there is no tomorrow

Oh free west Papua 
As you a human    
So they are too
Love we need not war 

Free west Papua 
There is a man I don't know his name 
There is a woman I don't know her
Name 
There is a boys and girls even kids 
There name I don't know 
In west Papua
They lay to rest in peace 
As no voice voice not 
About the curse of there death 
It still on even till now 
As human minus is like 
A trend from hate over there 
Oh is a shame 
yet 
Is hidden from our view
Is rare on our popular media 
Is like no help for this people
As they are been slaughtered
Like there is no tomorrow 

Oh free west Papua 
As you a human 
So they are too
Love we need not war 

Free west Papua 
I meet a refugee family 
from west 
Papua 
There grief makes me ask 
What happen to the heart of 
Men in this beautiful planet 
We are all human yet in west 
Papua souls rot to dead by hate 
Still yet and yet this calamity 
Is hidden from our view
Is rare on our popular media 
Is like no help for this people
As they are been slaughtered
Like there is no tomorrow  

Oh free west Papua 
As you a human 
So they are too
Love we need not war 

Tribute to the lost victims of west 
Papua 
Richard Nnoli
Form: Epic


Premium Member Freedom Is a Valuable Commodity

This is the first day, January 01, 2020.  It will never pass this way again. Yet in far too many countries, it is being denied, threatened and abolished.  Crowds of people have taken to the streets.  Many females have been raped.  Many freedom demonstrators have imprisoned, The have sacrificed their lives and exchanged it for honorable causes.  They have been beaten and tortured in heinous ways.  Which would even make Middle ages tortures smile.   The Nazis would have smiled and continued their genocide of Jews, and others.

    Yet these countries, which oppress their own people, tend to successfully spread it. To peace loving and freedom followers beyond their own boundaries.' 
While the rest of the world witness it on television sharing it also on internet social media. These warmongers threatened other nations, who would like to become involved.  Freedom is precious jewel.  God created his people to be free! Man is involved in both oppression and annulation of his fellow members of the human race.

     Freedom is a candle in the wind.  It flickers and lingers.  Than war lords blow the candle of freedom, justice, and liberty out!  Freedom is call of desperation of multitudes of individuals'.   "Be not deceived. God is not mocked.  What ever a man sows, he will also reap."  Yes, according to God Almighty, they will reap the bitter harvest. "What shall a man give in exchange for his own soul?" The Nero's, and the Nazis are burning in the bottomless pits of hell fire and brimstone.   These modern and contemporizes will soon be joining them.  It is 
according to God, and not me!

     What price freedom?  Mankind's souls are imprisoned by dark forces.  People do not war against flesh. They war against evil and principalities.  They war against the forces of Satan and his demonic hoard.  The only guaranteed freedom rest securely in the hands of the Son of Man and the Son of God.  Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life of everlasting life.   

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
Form: Narrative

the vanishing

the vanishing 

My fingers itch to write, not about the moon
is a balloon, the title of David Nivens book
if you remember, he was the first  James Bond
I refuse to turn on the news, a big ship is
in trouble, setting to sea in stormy weather 
on the coast of Norway to give amateur 
sailors a thrill and upset stomachs 
I have read the news in one of Britain's most
famous newspaper, Palestine wants NATO
to protect them, NATO says they can't because
Palestine is not a member of the alliance 
although they bombed Libya, mainly for as 
the USA said, fighting for freedom
the genocide will be complete when children
are murdered, if anyone is left, they will be 
a curiosity and the Israeli of the quaint people
who used to live there, goat herders that 
believed in a false religion called Islam
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Genocide

His Spirit moves over me as I see
Something that could be good, will depeople
My tax dollars will go for genocide
Lord have mercy on this very great people

Not only will this cost pass on to states
God who loves earth how long will you abide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
My tax dollars will go for genocide

We won't be fit for the kingdom of God
This nation is to be an example
My tax dollars will go for genocide
Lord have mercy on this very great people

If we do good, centuple blessings come
When we do bad, God's grace can not abide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
My tax dollars will go for genocide

(First attempt at Mirrored Refrain..Thank you Jared for the challenge..Not an entry in the 
contest.)
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Obvious Genocide

Toys in the bloody
Dirty and occupied streets
Children are screaming.

Babies are cold dead
B 1 Planes are bombarding
Poor dead civilians!

Bloody streets
It is Hell on Earth
No Heaven.

Human beings
Are cruel and sinful
Genocide!

No Justice
No peace on poor Earth
And no love.

Dead babies
Premature angels
Where is God?

Hospitals
Many dead toddlers
And mothers.

United
Nations are guilty
Weak and poor.

Censorship
Journalists are muzzled
And killed.

Democrats
Please wake up right now
To exhale.

Jo cannot
Silence the good Poets
In action.

No conscience
No humanity
And no love.

Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Why Lord'

I can't help my humanity..At the genocide and death spree's
I see.!
My mind and emotions, based I suppose? No I know! in the
1970s.!
It seemed better then? 
In the towns i knew on sundays quiet.' 7 out of ten, people
On Sunday went to church, then i can't deny it.'
If i start being honest, it was that way.! In the Australia of
My younger days no riots'
And now there is turmoil; and house prices high, and the
Mediums brought con-vid  many are injured and die.'
Innocent people..God who only wanted to pro-tect
The elderly and neighbors, i just feel such regret.'
I felt in my heart a stirring and in my mind there was quiet
I got an answer.' One word innocents..' Then He said do not
Deny it.' Many innocents are murdered before they see
Light of day!!  And just who are guilty? up to nine months.? Am I
Right?? What do you say? You rememberd early on when Christianity was
Strong..Yes some were unworthy.' Yet evil was not encouraged this
Strong now there is war on your streets.' For far banal evil was
Embraced Godlessnes became lauded..Now the end draws apace!
And you know you are guilty.' You are all none without excuse.!
Bloodletters and defilers who parade sins most aloof. With no cease'
So get ldown on your knees.' Do not ask Me again!! about the Truth .' instead go and
Speak now of Jesus..' (to all enemies and friends!)
Form: Rhyme

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