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You don't know your gender while confusing pronouns
any opposing view must be shouted down
You learn sex education from drag queens
while believing Christianity is obscene
Excuse for communism it was never done right
only your generation will solve that plight
Sell your soul for gun control claiming to save life
while aborting babies brings you a sick delight
Anything you ever want must be for you free
white people are responsible for all misery
Being Green is your god
supporting globalism the poor it robs
You'll never get married or have children of your own
bitter hateful and angry you'll die alone
Violent rioting and looting you burn down and torch
the neighborhoods and business you claim to support
Disband the police and don't punish crime
while imprisoning political opposition is fine
Don't want borders or have American pride
would be happy if America would died
No liberty no law no rights or constitution
sell your freedom eagerly like prostitution
Wanting A. I . to rule you gladly
to be reduce as a human battery
Global warming is a religion to you
Green policies starve and pollute
Grooming children to destroy family
Being serfs in a ruined economy
You will always be depressed and in a slump
Because in 2024 America re-elects President Trump.
Globalism dreams itself a hegemon, a giant upon a throne of glass, ephemeral,
And can only live through brief stints, sporadic in time and deed,
Through the harshest force of terror, its heart locked within shadow;
It silently prepares to rule through fear, for such is its path to ascend.
"Children of the world, unite!" is the cry, but it's a cry muffled by deeply implanted fears,
They hammer nails of "justice" into half-informed minds as into hard, thick wood,
To steal away the thought of self, to wring out reason to the last drop,
And to build within them a clean conscience for the dirty game they are doomed to play.
Crumbling on stage, this globalism cloaks words in noble masks of care and well-being,
But beneath them, the whisper of ancient chains lays upon the shoulders of the unsuspecting.
A world that rolls towards unity, yet breaks into pieces of ice and silence,
In their play, we become unsuspecting pawns, in a game that pawns its future for naught.
This morning I woke up to a new world.
It was indeed an imaginary world.
It was a longed for, utopian world.
A world of dreams and not nightmares.
A world of neither red nor blue.
A possible but not probable world that's
Free of hate; but filled with love.
Free of conflicts and wars;
Filled with goodwill and peace.
Free of sickness, pain, or grief;
Free of homelessness and hunger;
Free of assaults, murders, or rape;
Free of welfare; filled with work;
Free of handouts, beggars, or poverty.
Free of greed; filled with opportunity.
It was neither communist nor capitalist.
It was neither regionalism nor globalism.
It was not a dictatorship nor religious state.
It was not a republic but a kingdom.
It was The Kingdom of God.
Liberty, Equality and Fraternity, three precious ideals, blinded by the darkness of xenophobia.
The Republic, democracy and human rights are the pillars of a just society, but in the depths of Marianne, their fragility reminds us that nothing can be taken for granted.
Perhaps it will be necessary to decapitate a few heads again on the Place de la Concorde, so that the age-old splendor of revolutionary France can be reborn from its ashes.
Foreigners are constantly discriminated against and treated like cattle, their dignity trampled underfoot.
Illegal immigrants, without a residence permit, live in promiscuity, seeking refuge in a nation that rejects them.
The homeless proletarians, scattered in the streets of the homeland of human rights, are proof that equality is slow to become a reality for all.
Stigmatize Africans by systematically associating them with delinquency and drug trafficking,
It is to ignore the segregationist policies, applied in disadvantaged suburbs,
It is choosing to look elsewhere, faced with the cruelty of France's criminal shenanigans in Africa.
Racists, racialists and nationalist supremacists propagate toxic ideologies that divide rather than unite, creating deep fissures in a France with a legacy of slavery and colonialism.
Negrophobic xenophobes are chained to hatred and intolerance, they despise the salutary values ??of inclusion and the riches of diversity.
Enlightened pan-Africanist sub-Saharan Africans carry a vision of solidarity and continental unity, which advocates the search for the realization of Africa's potential.
Terrorism, capitalism and globalism form an explosive cocktail that disrupts the balance of the contemporary world.
Patriotic fascists, racialist stereotypes and colonial reflexes are infringements which hinder the evolution towards a community attached to egalitarian principles.
Under the lights of the slave trade, amnesia is a medicine for all those who want to forget the past and the horrors of the dark pages of the lugubrious history of sweet France.
The Code Noir gave rise to the transatlantic slave trade, and the Code of the Indigenous was the foundation on which colonization rested.
The lust of money is the want of power to buy anything
Or anyone just for fun and toss it in the trash
Poverty escapes you, desires are cheap, love is for a price
Buy it just because, sell it just for, need it never did
How or why are for lessers, failure is a tax deduction
Mistakes only a write off, you can never be too rich
Purchase eternity with wealth, control the world
A conscience exist for the needy, money begat money
The world is your playground, borders are for the poor
Globalism makes life cheap, technology rules
Boredom is the new sin, shame but a game
If the day goes bad erase it, with enough money
Tomorrow is but yesterday rebooted.
Once upon a time,
At least 3 scores ago,
like now, there was a thing
called politics. Back then, and
even until now, it is said that all
politics is 'local'. Once upon a time,
when I was just a boy, perhaps it was local.
But I am a man now, and I tell you sincerely,
I beg to differ. Politics is far and beyond local.
Call it Geo-politics, Globalism, or One World Government.
I tell you, Real Estate may still be: location, location, location;
but beware and be wish when you hear that all politics is local.
090221PS
This basic wish
Is the wish of every mother and child
The wish for things to be safe and fun
For everyone to smile
And not push and shove, yell and fight.
It’s the wish that drives them like sheep
Into the beautiful green pastures over there
Just beyond the bounds, always
Just out of reach.
It’s the wish to unite
Form a one world government or religion
Or circle to sing kumbaya
To hold us all together
Keep us safe in the night
And fed in the morning.
It’s also the wishful dream that fades
When Sun rises on another day
And it’s time to once again
Simply care
For all things we need to do
The bitter and the sweet
Made better by the fact
Adversity builds something
Nothing else can.
(11/22/24)
(Africa) What They Would Have Us Believe
They, this Cabaal,
subversively insist - alas,
That Africa's problems
are merely inherent - thus
Note: Warlords abound
in that Continent's mass,
Enamoured and recruited from poverty - to assist..
Then paid to make genocide
coincidentally..though
Millions have died
Child soldiers captured,
then sold, drugged and raped
Sadly of course,
not able to resist,
Tho many have tried
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
To murderous villainy through
mind control,
brutal machine with
- machete and gun
An innocent child torn from parents - a son,
unseen evil elements
are rejoicing the pain
fomented Rawanda complicit UN
Parents and children
no more comfort again
though long since - these cretins prepared..
elite 'Bloodline' WWF illuminati
Cabaal,
Feeding on innocence, as they simply have none.
to feed Deep State
a Chaotic deep hole
fiscal ruin FIAT money
towards intended fate
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
- it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
Blood soaked Diamonds collected..
- Sierra Leone
sold through Belgium,
New World Order
- Luciferian throne
after all this time, 'Democratic' Congo is still,
- so under the thumb
Herewith and henceforth collision in war
Angola, Sudan torture,
and the paid for, terror
the UN sit watching,
by default they are - erasing the poor
Western nations, general public,
are fickle and numb..
~~~~~~~~
The sick elephant, perished at sunset!
Headline news, tears, anger, outrage and scorn.
A worldwide sadness, her baby just born!
Monies were collected, protests in the streets.
Medallions with her picture worn,ah, hearts so torn!
~~
A kitten walks the street alone, we save her!
We scream, "Where is humanity's soft heart?"
Organizations formed then, for feral cats.
We pour huge funds into shelters at once.
But whay of the unborn human, about to be
killed?
Sleeping, softly in their mother's warm womb?
Little fingers, sweet little toes, about to die?
Our hearts, souls, eyes, do we in denial close.
Millions upon millions, will indeed today, die.
Never to see sun, moon, stars or bluest sky.
Taken by methods too cruel to speak.
Angel babies killed in abortion mills.
The world weeps not a tear for human loss, still!
For the unborn, all, yes I will take a stand.
In a world that adores trees more than the
family of man.
A ghoulish thought, human life surrendered.
A baby is not a bad tooth to remove by any
Governments monies, freely tendered.
Sing not to me, that you love humanity!
Nor of world peace, when our own kind we kill.
Yes, aware man wants to this world control.
This world is not yours, it belongs to God.
What good, this verse, in a so very cold world?
Why! So you dare use fetal cells,I ask why?
To use them in a vaccine, you drool for?
Their cells floating in your selfish bloodstream?
We pen about the evils of truly great men?
We hum and talk to Muses, how very!!
We buried God, we loathe free nations.
Globalism only, downing, all the rest.
Then wonder, why all the worldly unrest?
Laughing our lives away, a great escape?
Reality, no, never on our plates!
Good, unborn people destroyed,oh how we do cheer.
Unethical, political thieves and snakes we adore.
As we quill, on God's sunny shores.
1/22/2021
~3~
National Sanctity of Life Day
January 22, 2021
President Donald J Trump
Thank You!
This day to respect the unborn~
Cancelled by the current resident
of The White House on Day One.
So be it!
History moves in cycles, tides of energy
And interest, passions and powers.
What was becomes replaced
With what is
Until it too is replaced
Often with just a reborn version of the old.
But symbols hold more than mere meaning
They hold power, or rather
Unleash power.
So with the return of the goddess,
The pagan forces of nature,
Once replaced in full by something
More spiritual and new,
Now rise in a secular materialism
An idea and ideal of a Heaven on Earth
In the form of Marxism, Fascism,
Communism, Feminism, Environmentalism,
Globalism, Post-modernism, Hedonism
Or Shedonism. But whatever the ism,
The gist is always an obtainable dream
To have and to hold, here and now.
So we get equality and equity for all
Regardless of who actually deserves it.
We get a women’s lib
Which in effect takes on the worst aspects
Of masculinity, or rather applies
The distinctively masculine
To what is by nature its opposite and complement.
The result, of course, is the expected chaos
Of women acting like men
And men acting like women,
And I don’t mean trans,
Just simply hard and soft.
What was always yielding by nature
Has become rigid and tough
At least on the surface
As the heart inside withers and cries,
A virtueless victim of its own desires,
Its body in need of healing
Futile rituals of body-count reset,
Like a baptism of renewal
In endless lunar cycles.
But no amount of reset purification
Can make you really feel like a virgin again.
The goddess has returned
But it is not the form
Of a pure and chaste Athena we see.
Instead we have Inanna-Ishtar,
But now an Ishtar on the pill.
And if she somehow manages to get herself
Knocked up, then heaven help us,
Because her form is then likely to become
A child eating Lamia.
You shudder and laugh nervously
Or in outright derision of a repressive
And repulsive patriarchy I see,
And yet don’t you see, all around us now
The goddess has returned, but not
To her sacred core, instead in outward flight
With a vengeful attitude and score.
History moves in cycles, tides of energy,
And on the tides
All the flotsam and jetsam
Of the past rides too.
(10/7/26)