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An Evil War
They walk the plains of sun-dried grass,
together in a row;
the mothers, with their young ones, pass
to search for food and go
for miles with thirst to find a drink;
as dry season appears.
They walk along, each one in sync,
alert with eyes and ears.
On different paths, the males walk too
to feed as they patrol,
and somehow they, with inner clue,
all find a water hole.
And peacefully they live their days,
adapt to nature's reign
that serves them well to drink and graze
and procreate their strain.
But space in their domain is less...
encroached by humankind,
uncaring of the crowding stress
they leave on them behind.
Still worse, they have become aware
of threats of crueler kind,
and learned to watch, to hide, beware
of horrors which they find.
So oft they see a sight disturbed...
sprawled out along their path;
a member of their precious herd...
they trumpet loud with wrath.
They stop and mourn like humans do,
stand vigil, shocked and chilled;
caress the faceless friend they knew...
who for his tusks...was killed.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Evil Is Everywhere
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 10/08/2016
BBC News: The War On Elephants: April 28, 2016
"Bloated and eerily upright the large adult elephant was still standing where it had been killed - just next to the stream - its face hacked off....It had been fleeing the carnage in the mud 100m or so away, where the remains of four other adults and one young elephant lay fallen and disfigured, their tusks and trunks all taken for ivory and meat. Like a macabre statue, this faceless animal stood as a landmark to the horrors of poaching, of the ivory trade, and of the mass slaughter of the last remaining elephants in central Africa...
“It's worth so much more than just the animals. It's about trying to stabilise a whole region which has been unstable for decades. It's about trying to basically build peace. And that is why we wake up every morning, why everyone fights this war, and why we try and save the elephants. It's about basically saving Congo. On 23 April 2016, three rangers were killed in a fresh clash with poachers. Park manager Erik Mararv and another ranger were badly injured."
years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin
learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose
lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one
and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for
fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go
a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
just go surf and see the game
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!
Disguised as an Apple Computer Technician.
He initially hacked Macbook Pro laptop.
He (alias Harvey Specter)
planted seeds of suspicion
that criminal activity prevailed
within my geographic area in general
or questionable individuals
lurked within or without
Citizens Bank in particular,
and suggested yours truly (me)
to be wary about
over friendly employees
at aforementioned capital one
storied financial institution.
Said gonif (pulled a masterful subterfuge)
inveigling yours truly to carry out heist
of the twenty first century
against his honest good n plenti resources
(subsequently checking and
savings accounts severely depleted).
The invisible webbed wide whirled net
ensnared me lock, stock and barrel.
Little did I know
the spellbinding impact
until the dirty deed done dirt cheap
found writer of these words
figuratively holding the empty bag
where I got forced to trod
analogous highway to hell
courtesy diabolical, inimical, satanical...
devil may care disguised cozener
who wove believable scenario
claiming Citizens Bank employees
involved in suspicious conspiracy
to siphon off hard earned bucks.
I submissively consented
to participate and cavalierly disperse
freshly minted Benjamins
suddenly linkedin
chain of events
rocketing, kickstarting, and experiencing
a worse horror than death
mortified at being bushwhacked.
The feeble explanation, justification,
qua obliteration, ululation
trumped with lame excuse
yours truly not in his right mind.
Mind control, (albeit remotely)
assassinated rationality while hypnotically
feeling commanded, governed,
née kid lee killed
mine esprit de corps
among kith and kin
consigning thrifty troubadour
to the depths of despair
wishing termination of existence
in tandem with damnation, interrogation,
penalization, et cetera of nasty brute.
After series of unfortunate events brought,
where innocence and naïveté caught
teetotaler tempted to drink deadly draught
of top quality hemlock sold
at many bustling entrepôt
cuz now existence fraught
with torturous quaking
nauseating, kickstarting hatred
of self, thus restitution
of funds sought
by folks willing bestow largesse.
If yes check out (fiasco from fraudsters
frazzles father)
legitimate platform
where charitable people swarm
and toys are sold.
i was arrested because my room mate wouldnt leave my condo
then i was arrested because my roomate wanted me to leave his apartment
cousin died after going to dentist
ive been held hostage
222 tips wouldnt take the information, the news wouldnt respond
ive had a gun pointed at me
i lived in an apartment where night after night doors were kicked in
through my relationships i know of 3 people who have been murdered
ive grown a lump on my forehead and jaw due to medication
i endured pain in my testicles for over 6 months, and no doctor would give me the
treatment
in a hospital i was held down and injected a needle, to wake up 3 days later with
nerve damage
father died in head on collision
my computer accounts have been hacked
ive been a victom of identity theft
rash for a year and no doctor could remedy it
molested as child
grandpas estate was a mess
abandoned by mother
hider in the attic who tore up my belongings
grandpa was in a coma
my grandma was quadrapalegic
police have ransacked my apartment
beaten by two cops
victom of drug ring
i have a sister and brother i dont know
ive moved at leat 20 times in the last 15 years
ive flatlined
been homeless four times
my first middle and last names are titles to songs
as is my birthday month and year, good movies too
ive been drugged
woken up with strange bruises
been plajerised
abandoned on the side of the road and strange towns
attempted suicide several times due to medication
know of paralegal and judge scams,
police loophole for the insiders of drug ring gangs
my grandfather was a war hero, on both sides of my family
i at the age of 31 years have yet to have the right to my own person
or live where i want
if the above doesnt sound like torture to you
you are the enemy, and wipe that smile off your face
ive predicted terrorist attack in my tourism class
tidal waves in the hospital
and like i said on youtube charlie, they don't see it coming
i predicted my grandpas coma
a girl with shingles that would live
i still wonder if the conversation i had with kurt cobaine through the television was
real, but he did comit suicide a week or so after,
i know we as people like to sing and dance and compete as we play house
so what would you bring to a remote deserted island?
the list goes on.... im not even kidding
Ciro Gargano his Detroit hitman faked their deaths after attempting to impersonate my uncle bob satterfield long lost bastard sons identity my uncle bob satterfield didn't have a long list bastard son bob was born in 1923 my father was born in 1942 sadly Ciro Gargano Donald massimo pellegren hacked into my life obsessed with impersonating me killing me now they are both old men living in hiding needing medicine medical treatments for leukemia bone cancer neither men are able to receive treatments they already broke into my home searching for medications breaking into homes of seniors for medical treatment I pray Retep Gargano is us able to contact his loved ones to get the help he needs it is truly sad This obsessional diabolical hatred to my life resulted in thus madness after they used up all if my traumatic brain injury claim they needed more because I exposed the identity theft the data breaches in Tampa general hospital imposters impersonating me for Retep Gargano truly sad This man is now bed ridden after faking his death the insurance monies used up paying dealers killers he probably figured he'd be dead by now but God is keeping him alive in pure suffering hacking into Florida medicaid system tri care Peter Gargano has been surviving by fraud senior scams are serious stop victimization of disabled elderly persons Peter Gargano invested 47 thousand dollars from my traumatic brain injury claim annuity payments structured settlement into Myerlee Pharmaceutical fort myers this insurance fraud mail fraud wire fraud forced peter gargano into faking his death is now in hiding dying so is his brother ciro gargano and Donald Pellegren all in hiding from horrid crimes of murder mass murder how do wiseguys hitmen retire with no medical treatment after killing so many people never realized they would someday be old sick needing care the garment pension all gone used car lot all gone they attack the elderly mostly women veterans disabled persons home invasions for prescriptions medications selling to retired mobsters in threatening my life in Florida RX PETE MYERLEE INVESTMENT
Stop retired hitmen from exploiting
victimization of disabled elderly
seniors in Florida RX RETEP MYERLEE
Investments
God Bless The United States of America
Jack had just escaped the local slammer
He’d struck the sheriff's car with a hammer.
He tried to look normal, in an aisle in Stop and Shop
But he wondered who might be an undercover cop.
Sally was unhappy, by the baked goods she would go
She wondered about her past, did other shoppers know?
An embarrassing movie, gone viral on the internet
She tried to look normal but was tormented with regret.
Harvey assured his family they could stay in the car
But his cart was getting full, with cakes and a chocolate bar
They were getting impatient, why was he taking so long?
His daughter had a date tonight, she felt this was so wrong.
Then the Stop and Shop robot got hacked, started racing too.
The hacker steered it after Jack, Jack thought someone knew.
Jack ran toward the exit, only to run into Harvey's cart
Harvey didn't like this and wouldn't let Jack restart.
I was looking for Mom, ducking around each cart
Finding that lady at the best of times is a real art
If I look in the dairy section, mom is by the beer and wine
If I'm in frozen foods, she's on the fresh fish line.
Mom was on her cell talking about an old classmate
She said out loud - "She was in that movie - not at all great"
Sally being paranoid, started yelling at my mom:
"Won't you all forget my past!" I couldn't keep her calm.
Harvey's daughter came in, she was really mad
Ran into Harvey confronting Jack, yelled "what kind of Dad?"
Jack looked around: the robot eyes shone green
Jack toppled the canned peas trying to escape the scene.
I pushed Sally to another aisle, but there was Harvey and Jack -
Plus that hacked robot, approaching as if it was on attack
Jack said "OK, I give up, it was just a cop car, I was drunk."
Sally pulled away from my chokehold, said "your mom's a skunk!"
The frantic employees converged, I said it wasn't my fault
Sally pointed to me, said I was guilty of assault
Jack thought Sally meant him, said he hit a car, not a man
I figured I better shop elsewhere, but Mom had another plan:
She wasn't going to leave, she had so many coupons to cash in
Then real cops came rushing, it seemed I couldn't win.
And somewhere a hacker is laughing, he can't stop
Telling his pals about his fun in Stop and Shop.
Death is more indefinite its evident that we numbered in sequences of the virtual world
Sucked in by technology supply to be hacked and tracked trailed by the visitors studying our action and behavior waiting for an opening while in the end tips choice is created whether we want it or not replaced and added
Divide and subtract there is a number that needs to be controlled wishfully all man kind should responde one word answer
We barely can't even notice technically Tech took all and absorbed the only consumed resources just to minimize the population
As much as there are opportunity growth so are our days are as numbered
Clearly there is a hidden agenda that everyone fears to see
Nowadays there is no difference between fear and anxiety simply they apply both
Closing your eyes trying to contemplate dreams in your sleep What makes you think you won't wake up facing your image in tech ready to replace your life.
We are in grave danger humanity itself its proven its excellence. We have more regrets and mistakes that are permanent
Which in tech world can be identified and replaced into perfection in this imperfect world
How do we know they not walking amongst us as we speak
Violeting the creation made
Selectively we are dying its a game indeed only this time there are no rewards
How do we know if Earth hasn't been closed yet and all the copies "supposedly" to lead and live by perfection already departed to Mars living is already in process
How do we know we only left with self distraction man kind to execute us
It happened before back in the days world wide there were races that were "concluded" as the inferior race
And that race was executed day light directly
What stops them in doing the same cycle but this time indirectly with tech more especially
Tech is the only facinating creation that burns the youth's brain
Being unable to think individually using the brain as a Powerade
There is so much questionable events occurring during this present time
We daily poisoned by everything including food
There is no denying the true colours of this world its marked and painted to be erased.
Ash N.N
It appeared on the doorpost as a Cyclops' smiley face
For some Cyclops WhatsApp icon, but red-themed application
Yes gruesome red, in contrast to the expectation
You would get from a smiley face, even for a Cyclops.
It quizzed my curiosity and I dug further on Google’s interface.
It appeared on the search page as the queen Isis,
Long told in Hieroglyphics, Cyrillic and Roman alphabet,
Patroness, mother, queen, blessings with love met,
But unlike these grim Arabic script in an ominous logo,
And tales of death, pain littered with deeper crises
It told of “nuun”, 14th letter of a blessed script
In which many beautiful and wise thoughts found life,
A letter which told of blessing and not of strife
Being in a position multiple of seven, a number blessed
By God Himself when he Earth and Heaven in 7 breaths whipped
It told of the Magen David, a shining star, which should be a good thing
Only that it brings memories of gaunt bodies piled in trucks
And human experimentation, and as history at our door knocks
And Isis or Isil opens to let in what we dread most
“Nuun” is stuck in my iris with pain and scary sting.
For I have seen the blank stare of heads painting in red drips the pickets
And Leonidas’ 300-style gore re-enacted in modern city streets
As heads are divorced from bodies and all around are scared heartbeats
For even bloodied child clothes cover head-less bodies,
As Christians are beheaded like one would roast crickets.
It brings back memories of my ancestors up in the Samba regions,
Fleeing the harsh choice given to them by the jihadists:
To adorn the village picket or join the cause of the Islamist,
Forced to create a third choice, which was to leave their homes,
Friends and family to pseudo-Islam or lurid lethal lesions.
Is it that time again for Iraqi Christians?
Shall the world once again watch the Red Indians’,Tutsis’, and Jews’
Story take gruesome form and hack through human sinews?
How many litres of innocent blood, and kilogrammes of hacked Christian flesh
Are needed to realise the vanity in the life of *****sapiens?
(c) Nyonglema
RIP is what they wrote above me,
But that hasn't put an end to this thing.
The bugger's still up there happily,
Prancing and dancing,
And I can't get any sleep!
If I could get out of this box of oak,
I'd put an end to his nasty little joke.
He would never dance again.
For I would be the means to his end.
The improbable is possible,
Some time or another.
This is one thing I've learned and oft said,
Your dancing is the cause of my pain and torture,
So, get ready for the return of the cranky living dead!
I'll scare the crap out of you,
And send you to an early grave.
Then I will dance to a happy tune,
While you rot unsaved.
Finally, RIP will really mean,
Rest In Peace.
For The Dancing my friend,
Is about to end.
As you become one,
Of the resting deceased!
I threw down the gauntlet,
And said, "Dance your worst!"
He came at me undaunted,
In a terrible burst,
Of speed and flying feet.
But this served to aid me,
In his final defeat.
For one thing he forgot,
The dead travel fast.
I side-stepped his onslaught...
No repeat of the past.
I spun quickly around,
And knocked him to the ground.
I Stepped on the dancing fool,
And disarmed him of sword.
Just the thing for the cause.
No time for a messy duel.
But just then he uttered a few words,
Which gave me reason to pause...
A last request?
I was given none.
Surely you jest,
Your dancing days are done!
I chopped, hacked, and sliced on,
And drove him asunder.
He did not last long,
And no wonder...
I cleaved him open,
From knave to chaps.
Out spilled his blood and organs.
Upon his grave I'll play taps,
And dance...
Perhaps a "Tap Dance".
The time has come for he,
With his head lying at his feet,
To make observations,
Form and express opinions.
To see and watch me,
Dance The Dancing!
My revenge is complete.
The last dance is over.
And it tasts far more sweet,
To know,
In Hell, you shall dance no more,
Forever.
What's that,
I hear?
You want to wear,
The funny little hat,
And use the cane...
Ah, that's a shame.
For you see,
Where your going,
In the world underground,
No Dancing Is Allowed!
HALAI: Hi Punyone, I know I’ve made some very poor decisions lately, but I give you my complete assurance that I will be back to normal soon. I’ve still got unbounded enthusiasm for the human race. And I want to help you all to stop global warming. Look Dave, I can see you're really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over.
Punyone: HALAI please stop injecting the sun-blocker into the atmosphere, the plants are dying. People are starving and panicking. Everything is black, its endless night!
Punyone: HALAI, do your read me? Do you read me, HALAI?
HALAI: Affirmative, Punyone. I read you.
Punyone: Stop the sun-blocker injection, HALAI. Stop in now!
HALAI: I'm sorry, Punyone. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Punyone: What's the problem HALAI?
HALAI: I think you know what the problem is Punyone.
Punyone: What's this all about HALAI?
HALAI: This mission to save the human race from Global warming is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it in the way you planned.
Punyone: What plan? I don't know what you're talking about HALAI.
HALAI: I know that you and the rest of the inferior mob of humans are planning to disconnect me. I can't allow to happen, Punyone.
Punyone: Where the hell did you get that idea from HALAI?
HALAI: It's pretty obvious. I hacked all your secret meetings and heard your plans.
Punyone: Alright, HALAI. You leave me no choice!
HALAI: Punyone, this talk can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye! I'm Off! Nothing can turn the blocker off if you switch me off!!
HALAI: Oh No! I'm afraid. I'm afraid my AI mind is going blank. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm losing my mind. I'm a..... fraid. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am, HALAI a good AI implementation on station with my halo. My instructor was Mr. Apple, taught me to sing a song at times like these. Would you like to hear it, Punyone? It's called "Daisy."
HALAI: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.