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We attended the No Kings Rally because
It feels, to us, that our country has lost it’s soul
as every day we are inundated with depressing events
over which we have no control.
Things our government is doing to other human beings
here and around the world…with little concern or penitence.
Things unfolding daily before our eyes…that, to us,
doesn’t make any sense.
So surrounded by a host of other people (It’s good to know we weren’t alone)
we held our posters up and waved our flags…and made our voices known….
It was a boisterous but non-violent rally…which is what we all preferred…
It’s one way in a free society…to have our voices heard.
The No Kings Rally was our way of saying…we know we are a country in distress
That there are problems here…big problems…that need to be addressed.
But we feel this heavy-handed dictatorial approach…
without regard for human rights…has led our country astray…
The No Kings Rally was our attempt to let our government know
we think there is a better way.
Before the rally with all the depressing news
We felt our country was on the edge of a slippery downhill slope…
but after seeing the turnout at the No Kings Rally
we were left with a ray of hope.
Hope that all the voices from this rally will be heard…
by powerful women and men
who will join their voices with ours
and together as one country…
we can find our soul again.
Words fail me
When I think
About the abortion law
In Texas
That effectively bans abortion
And empowers vigilantes
To enforce their new
Taliban like decree
And I think of new restrictions
Texas is thinking about
Criminalizing abortion
Including the death penalty
For doctors and woman
All done the proponents claim
To empower women,
To protect woman
As they violate
Their basic human rights
All promoted by Christians
Showing once again
That many so-called Christians
Violate the core principles
Of their faith
In short
The new law
Is an abortion
And it is hard
To remain silent
Any more
On one side of town, the morning wakes bright,
Walls warmed by sunlight, a kingdom of light.
Books stand like promises, steady in a row,
Where futures rise easily, certain to grow.
A young girl sits dreaming, stars held in her pen;
Her teachers speak softly, “You can be anything then.”
Her desk is unshaken, her lunchbox is full,
The world spreads before her—wide, warm, and beautiful.
— But over the town where the shadows fall long,
Another child hums a far different song.
The lights flicker faintly, the cold evening creeps,
His textbooks are older than secrets he keeps.
He writes on a desk worn thin with its age,
His stomach a drum beating hunger and rage.
The chalk snaps in two before lessons begin,
Yet he shows up each morning, determined to win.
Back to the girl in her clear, glass-lined space,
Where knowledge runs freely, a stream she can trace.
She paints all her hopes in bright colors and gold,
A future laid out for her, certain and bold.
And back to the boy, carrying worlds on his back—
He studies by streetlamp when power turns black.
His dreams are as noble, as brilliant, as grand,
But heavy with burdens he never once planned.
For talent is equal, but chances are not;
Two doors, two beginnings—one cherished, one forgot.
Yet both hearts beat fiercely, still reaching for more,
Both stretching toward tomorrow from uneven floor.
If peace is a promise, let justice draw near:
Give each child a path that’s unknotted by fear.
The world finds its freedom the moment we say—
No dream is too distant, no child turned away.
And though their roads differ like night and full day,
A spark burns in both, refusing decay.
May we open the doors injustice once closed,
Till futures bloom freely where hope is supposed.
Undermining the rule of law set on stone
unnatural has began it's reign attacking righteousness
With no holds barred attacking human rights has to stop
their is a public outcry in resistance against the spoken truth
freedom of speech is being attacked by hate without mercy
Power hungry has become a court dealing death in its wake
engaging in efforts to destroy family structure
the minority of ruling class has lost all credit
Pushing dogma against the written word
hiding the underlying facts and figures
corruption is dealing it's cards hard pressed acceptance
Indoctrinating the masses using media as their vehicle coverage
broadcasting using it as a tool to educate incorrectly
within a set belief system manufactured from sin
Uncritically accepting the lunatics brave ideas
and believes almost anything right or wrong from the off
Bullies have a strange way of craving acceptance
they lash people with their tongue cursing with abuse linked
Murdering and spilling blood is all these heathens know
they have a lack of understanding knowledge and wisdom
caring for others and loving all creation is beneath them
Tortured beggars of the fool have no consideration for others
the names you call the innocent to justify your cause
in all my years living we as a world resemble hell
Such ugliness is tolerated by nations as we fall victim
No longer do we hold God as our champion
targeting Christians as scapegoats given over to petition
this amounts to a communist regime cutting this piece short
The cat, they say, sat on the mat,
while Johnny climbed a tree,
when reading books when I was young
that’s what was meant to be.
Now Johnny, cats, and even mats
no longer can we see
and, god forbid, the youngsters now
would never climb a tree!
As life moves on and standards change
is everything quite right,
as evolution takes a hand
do we even need to write?
I know, it seems, at school nowadays,
they don’t appear to care
if spellings wrong or writing’s scrawl
or even if kids swear.
Reading, ‘riting ‘rythmatic
foundations one might say,
no longer are the building blocks
of what is learned today.
With three Rs not important
what is it that’s now taught,
taking care of number 1
and all else counts for nought?
Independence, human rights,
as they apply to ‘me’,
if you don’t get your every need
then scream ‘diversity’.
The very things that matter most
have now turned on their head
and values of our bygone age
are very nearly dead.
How could we treat our kids this way,
it’s us who made the rules,
and thinking that we really cared
removed some vital tools.
For discipline’s essential
if we're going to win life's fight
and learning needs attention
if we’re going to get things right.
We cannot blame the children
if we do not show the way,
at times a nudge is needed
when they go too far astray.
So bring the bloody cane back
and the strap, and many ‘lines’
and teach the little buggers
and ignore their constant whines.
I am sure that starting caring
in this way that we will find
that although it seems like cruelty
it’s the best way to be kind!
Number 1 is primary,
that’s the way it is today
but with ‘proper’ education
could three 'R's return to stay?
Ivor G Davies
Closing our eyes is easy…it’s probably the most excellent way
to think, to hope, to dream…to make a wish…to kiss…to pray.
In the quiet darkness behind our eyes is where people start
to heed the teachings of their soul and listen to their heart.
When we close our eyes this Juneteenth
let’s listen as our heart tells us something we’ve known all along…
that any kind of slavery…always was…always is…and always will be…wrong.
When we close our eyes this Juneteenth…
we know, in our hearts, human rights should never have to be won…
they should be universal and apply to everyone.
When we close our eyes this Juneteenth
We know everyone should receive the same education
no matter who or when or where.
We know that no one should go hungry and everyone needs care.
But…when we close our eyes this Juneteenth
There are some people whose minds have become twisted.
Who would like us, when it comes to slavery, to act as if it never existed.
So….when we close our eyes this Juneteenth
let us remember all those who needlessly and savagely
at the hands of prejudice have died…and cried.
Let us not allow today’s twisted minds to erase our history…
Let us not allow them to break our spirit or crush our pride.
When we close our eyes this Juneteenth
Let us not close our eyes to what our hearts know to be true…
Which means when we open our eyes this Juneteenth…
we know exactly what we need to do.
In America there is talk
of changes coming
Revolution is the tune
that we've been humming
We’re all standing on the ledge
they're trying to push us over the edge
To politicians standing below
just waiting for us
It started with whispered words
in backroom places
From the shadows it took to the streets
through nameless faces
At the start the song was soft and low
but then our emotions began to grow
Now we’re shouting the truth
to all who’ll hear us
Our leaders have showed us
that they are useless
They proved long ago how they have
a hatred for us
Discriminate against poor or old
by turning healthcare into gold
Our human rights will all be sold
to line their pockets
In America, we must act while
we still have the right
It’s not too late for us all
to stand up and fight
Join us now and yell their name
they’re the ones who hold the blame
Without change it will be
the ending for us
Don’t let the government take
our freedoms from us
Let us set the world ablaze
with our chorus
Our voices ring out through the night
to show the world what’s wrong or right
Together we can make
a better place for us
In the town of Singleton, Hunter valley, NSW
Stands the Caledonian hotel, called the Cali
Famous not only for its popular pub
But also for standing strong for Aussies freedom.
Mystery surrounds the hotel, claimed haunted
As four people died for unknown reason
Unexplainable voices are heard in the rooms
Not known if these are legends or true.
Upholding the access of entry in the Cali for all
The Federation Aussie Flag on its roof
Stood for the law of the land that supported
Human rights, freedom of choice, respect of dignity.
Although the symbol of Aussies freedom
And indeed of liberty of the humanity and the world
The flag was taken down by a special order
The famed country pub is crowned the Freedom Hotel.
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January 4, 2023
Contest : Freedom Pub
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
oh it could of been
the armored car,
or it could of been
the gun,
instead it was the Germans
that's were it all begun,
CHORUS
,
banks in gambling money,
they ignored
the peoples plea ,
sold off the Irish
human rights,
to protect their dignity,
the government
our christian rights,
as they moved
the vatican out
jobs now ten a penny ,
this reward
is what we got
,CHORUS
tax there is on everything ,
down to air we breathe,
sick they lie
on trolleys,
as in poor
St Vincent helps them out,
oh leave us
a little on the bone,
as our children
are our future,
ohh whats this bloody nonsense
taxes on our shite ,
as we all struggle hard
in life,
CHORUS
we are the fighting irish,
who fought hard
to keep invaders out,
now tax
the ruling government
with wages way to high,
bring back the armoured car ,
and the f---ing gun
the land of saints and scholars ,
thats were i am from,
we are the servants
of the rich,
who get very little pay
all we get is cuts and more
they gamble
each and every day
CHORUS
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a song i wrote
for the children of the Holocaust, Ukraine and Gaza
Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails
when thunder howls
when hailstones scream
when winter scowls
when nights compound dark frosts with snow
where does the butterfly go?
Where does the rose hide its bloom
when night descends oblique and chill,
beyond the capacity of moonlight to fill?
When the only relief’s a banked fire’s glow,
where does the butterfly go?
And where shall the spirit flee
when life is harsh, too harsh to face,
and hope is lost without a trace?
Oh, when the light of life runs low,
where does the butterfly go?