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What new beliefs?
What soul searching?
Ha, come on, man!
It’s not a big deal.
Priests, Pundits and Charlatans
would have you believe otherwise;
They can skillfully redress these
natural occurrences into a religious garb.
Neither it’s a wrath of God
Nor an act of nature exacting revenge
for mankind’s abuses and excess.
When you wallow in mud, you get dirty
When you frolic in rain, you get wet
When you poke and prod the hornet nest…well!
God has not been the author of these
terrible events nor Satan’s payback
toward the people of God for sinful behaviors.
Plague, Flu, HIV/AIDS, Polio, Ebola, Coronavirus –
Epidemics and Pandemics have plagued and
will continue to plague mankind into the end times,
and along the way, becomes collateral damage.
Death is a part of life. It happens because of
natural calamities, accidents, wars, diseases,
violence, and mostly, man’s ignorance.
It’s a natural phenomena --- It just happens!
As long as there’s one man and one woman left,
we’ll be all right.
~05/11/21
~Contest: Your Philosophy during this Pandemic
~Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke.
Here my story begins,
here I stand,
facing the world all alone;
It all began with one lady he ladied,
One boy she boyded and sugared,
Just to finish in the net of Mr. Death.
Hah!
How painful it is,
How hurt it is for the poor boy.
Meanwhile he stood by their graves,
Mourning and weeping,
Cursing the world,
And doubting the Lord His God,
Having no one to shade the tears with,
To neither sympathize nor comfort.
The community sad pointing accusing fingers here and there,
Blaming the uncle and aunt,
Speaking of nothing other than slow poison and witch craft,
One after the other murmured in his belly,
Pasting sympathious faces,
But ignoring the happened,
Few weeks after the happened,
Came Doctor Okiriki James,
Native of the community, son of the soil
HIV/AIDS is a reality,
Make your HIV/AIDS test
In order to know your status,
Those were his words
As he moved round the village,
Whispering on his karaka bicycle;
It was spoken by men, women and children
Sand as many times as possible
Over the radio and shown on the T.V.
With the ingenuous aid
Of Doctor Okiriki James,
The orphan went in for an HIV/AIDS test.
Hellas!
You are HIV positive,
But that’s not the end of life.
With this status
You are still capable of doing
A lot of things…
Yes,
Words of comfort
And advice,
What have I done to deserve all these?
What curse?
In which world am I found?
The poor boy questioned,
Murmured
And doubted the future,
If only his parents knew,
If only he knew and talked to them,
If only,
Doctor he doctored,
Son the doctor answered,
What should I do?
First you have to know there is no cure for HIV/AIDS,
But you can take anti-retro viral drugs
To slow down its destruction of the immune system,
Take good care of your self,
Eat well, especially fruits
For the body needs them.
Don’t get into
Any unprotected sex with any one
And don’t expose objects stained with your blood.
Doctor he doctored again,
Thanks very much,
I have heard you and I will do as you say...
I rise with the cries of children, lost and alone,
Through poverty's grip, and the weight of abandonation's stone.
I rise with the tears of mothers, and the strength of youth,
With the fire of justice, and the truth of our roots.
I rise with the struggles of workers, weary and worn,
Through exploitation's chains, and the fight for what's earned.
I rise with the voices of elders, wise and revered,
With the wisdom of our heritage, and the stories we've heard.
I rise with Mandela's courage, in Robben Island's cell,
With Biko's defiance, and the spirit that wouldn't sell.
I rise with Sisulu's heart, and ANC's brave fight,
With Langa's protests, and the march towards light.
I rise above apartheid's brutal pain,
With the power of unity, and the love that broke the chain.
I rise with the heroes of Soweto '76,
With the spirit of resistance, and the freedom we pursue.
I rise with Olive Schreiner's words, and Winnie's strength,
With the voices of struggle women, and the courage at length.
I rise with anti-apartheid fighters, in exile and at home,
With the power of resilience, and the freedom we claim.
I rise through load-shedding's dark nights,
With resilience in darkness, and the push for energy fights.
I rise with crime and violence, and the quest for safety's door,
With communities united, and a safer future to explore.
I rise with HIV/AIDS' battles, and the fight for health,
With access to treatment, and the strength to give breath.
I rise with mental health's silent screams,
With support systems strong, and the love that heals, it seems.
I rise above corruption's stain,
With transparency's light, and the people's voice, a refrain.
I rise with economic struggles, and the push for growth,
With entrepreneurship's fire, and the spirit that breaks through.
I rise with the youth's passion and fire,
Through the challenges of today, and the dreams we desire.
I rise with access to education, and the strength to lead,
With the power of hope, and the future we seed.
I rise, South Africa, with all its flaws,
With the spirit of our people, and the love that we share.
I rise with the power of our diversity, and the strength of our bond,
With the hope of a shared future, where all can belong.
I have risen.
Nobody admits that the greatest sin,
misleading and enslaving any selfish soul, is carnal lust;
and so inflamed by desire, it disappears into the dust...
Young people indulge in their rampant passions,
knowing no limits, and only when death becomes real,
they realize their wrong reason for giving away something so precious...
Hiv/Aids scientists are struggling to find the ultimate cure to halt this universal disease,
which originated from the uncontrollable carnal lust, killing millions and causing havoc;
and what if they turned away from it, and looked to God?
Amazing changes, indeed, will be coming from within their transformed hearts,
saving themselves and others, seeing their image in a true light;
if they were completly free, nothing would be unreachable or impossible to attain...
Selfless in our sharing and generous in our giving,
this human race, which God created from dust, must glorify Him
and not end in gravestones' rows that our children will not see....
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
What if the creation of Mankind is simply a Divine Mistake, but how? He is filled with the dynamic power of Divine love.
Is the death of children, women, and men in Gaza a Divine Mistake?
Is the death of innocent souls in Congo (DRC), Sudan,and Ukraine a Divine Mistake?
Is the dividing of people based on color,religion,tribe, or caste a Divine mistake?
Is the economic warfare trade warfare ,technology warfare, and psychological warfare a Divine Mistake?
Is the rise of China and declining the USA a Divine mistake?
Is the exploitation of Africa by the West and the Chinese a Divine mistake?
Is the creation of covid-19 and HIV/AIDS a Divine Mistake?
Are the sponsored wars and terrorism a Divine mistake?
Is slavery, colonialism, and racism a Divine Mistake?
Is lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning a Divine Mistake?
Is the pollution of Earthly environment, wars, and animal abuse a Divine Mistake?
Is socialism,marxism,
monarchism,communism, or democracy a Divine mistake?
Is the poisoning of humanity through vaccine, (GMO), and fake medication a Divine Mistake?
If humanity is divine,where is the Divinity to see?
What if it's just a Divine mistake?
By Chanda Katonga.
Billionaires oh billionaires
Stop counting your stocks and shares
While the workers break their backs
You need to pay more bloody tax.
It is rather funny
That you make much of your money
From government contracts
While the poor face your attacks.
Just stop being jerks
Enjoying tax deductible perks
And resist the need
For unquenchable greed.
Give money to worthy causes
Don’t worry about your future divorces
Don’t worry about IRS raids
You might save someone with HIV/AIDS.
This is something I’m sure you know
“You can’t take it with you when you go”
So make human compassion
The overwhelming fashion.
Please listen to my gentle persuasion
And go easy on the tax evasion
People won’t just like you for your wealth
They’ll be attracted to your generous self.
It’s never too late to start
So think of others and open your heart
Do what the mean spirited lacks
And pay your fair share of tax.
Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...
Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...
She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...
One day, I was twelve years old
I met her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.
I told her only the sentences,
'You are the mother of the world,
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'
My father hesitated. My mother was silent.
Mother Teresa said to me with smile,
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'
Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you.
I love you so much....
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".
Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)