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If the majority of people have concerns about illegal immigration only for the government to call them racist,
And, that same majority of people turned around and openly declared themselves racist,
would the government in turn govern the country according to the populous opinion and fulfil its duty to the people, by running the country in line with the demands of the people, by doing whatever is necessary so as to deport illegal immigrants upon arrival thus easing the concerns of the majority who were forced to embody the racist narrative in order to become legitimised?
If so wouldn’t it make sense for the government to see illegal immigration concerns as just that, unlawful acts of migration, and deal with the problem so that the majority aren’t forced to embrace racism as a core belief?
Sing a song for the ladies
walking the street
With three little children
And nothing to eat.
Sing a song for the addict
who cant seem to kick
and dreams of a life
of not being sick
This song is for me and you
With nothing left to lose
Cause I'm drunk again
Steady singin'
The rest of us blues.
A toast to the immigrants
a cheer to the young
who cant keep a handle on
what is to come.
Keep track of your family,
keep track of your dreams
Cause nothing is ever
quite as it seems
And we limp on though
and our rent is overdue
were stoned again but that's old news
singin the rest of us blues.
La La dee die, la la dee doh
La la dee dah, la la dee doh
La La dee die la lie dee doh
loh loh dee doh
Say a prayer for the drunkards
entombed in the streets
Say a prayer for the workers
dead on his feet.
All your high powered kings
And divas and queens
preach midschool values
And tighten their jeans.
And our time is overdue,
And you try and make it through
with our dumpster diving shoes
Into the rest of us lose.
Raise a glass for your mother
and toast your old man
Left dying in state homes,
you do the best that you can.
Surrounded by lies,
surrounded by schemes
(Of stepping on visions
and stomping out dreams) not spoken or sung, but implied)
And we read the social news
and swallow some more booze
Theyre marching us two by two
Into the rest of us lose.
No time for the homeless
no time for the poor
No time for evangelists
Knocking my door
We pray on our knees
awaiting the call
But one choice to live
is no choice at all
And people of color will lose
As we long to stand to choose
That is everything is so smooth
and the rest of us lose.
La La dee die, la la dee doh
La la dee dah, la la dee doh
La La dee die la lie dee doh
loh loh dee doh
This song is for me and you
With nothing left to lose
Cause I'm drunk again
Steady singin'
The rest of us blues.
The host-guest relationship is more or less sacred all over the world. (Gregory Bateson, Sacred Unity)
Except among militarized private-sector terrorists
and well-capitalized public-sector fascists
where host and guest are reversed in irreligious priority
and immigrants are assumed to be politically antagonistic
and economically parasitic,
which feels like capitalist paranoia
ruminating RightWing chronic trauma,
blind to organic unity of biologically connected co-guests
of ecologically sacred EarthMother Host,
indigenously wise
Holy Spirit-Natured Ghost.
Sacred is the integrity of each moment's organic
global EarthMother host
re-generating bilateral love's
perpetual undeserving AnthroGuest
bodhisattva win/win potential.
Violence intended to power-over with terror
when power-with options remain as accessible as breathing
oxygen in and out,
to choose to competitively decompose win/lose survivalist minds
rather than power-with recomposing win/win thriving bodies
Regeneratively dancing
Divine organic host and Humane sacred guest relationships is,
by any cultural understanding of all that we hold sacred,
not a pathological sacrilegious profanity.
Terrorism,
and its fundamental anthro-autocratic roots,
is as against Allah's re-ligious law
for wealthy Hosts
as against Christ's salvific love
for trauma-wounded Guests
Terrorism marches wherever abusive powering-over
powering-with fruits of the panentheistic HolySpirit
exploit fear for monotheistic GodFather gain.
Ecopolitical hardlines between trauma-triggering abuse
and healthy Host neglect,
intended to protect ego's falsely independent hoarding security,
are the dissonance-blending circles
that balance sacred voice
and organic choice
integrity of panentheistic dance authority
within EarthMother's democratically rhythmic pronoia
Hostess responsibilities
to mentor peak experience pleasures,
and thereby advocate transformative passions,
co-redemptive healthy climates
Organically sacred
FlashMob care-giving and care-receiving
and not so much terrorist MassMurder sacrilege,
rooted in neglect of stretching EarthMother's organic
empowering love
for SunFather's enlightened guest appearances
and nightly farewells.
I heard a poem on immigration. It was a desperate plea for stopping the insanity that has taken place over our world and country. That a leader of our country would allow harm to come to our immigrants. Who once came to the Americas to gain promise. To build up a country that needed support. A country where one could thrive and grow from tyranny. That someone would send backward to life's death. How could we as Americans, all immigrants, allow this? I am writing thoughts to express; how deeply disappointed, I have become. in my eighty-two years I never thought this could happen here, and yet it has.
Can't we all come together to pray to stop the insanity? Can we not look for a brighter future as immigranits. Building up, sharing and caring for one another. Can we not talk among ourselves to make the great change to what this country once was? Is the dream over?
Being one of the volunteers for medical mission,
It feels good for my dedicated service in action,
No need to cross on borders just to help other people,
They are just in the corner to ask medicine for a cure.
Doctors who always there for the illegal immigrants,
Dedicate their time for the sake of the peasants,
Different nationalities living in a foreign country,
They needed love and care for they are lonely and weary.
Money can’t buy satisfaction and happiness,
Even if people called them the less fortunate,
Surviving in a far away land for a while,
Where in their native land, they are in exile.
Lack of material things they don’t have,
All they need is our unconditional love,
Life is still good living in place of poverty,
Seeking solace for our love and generosity.
Note:
Being one of the volunteer for medical mission for 2 years, I know how it feels to be isolated in a secluded place. Some of the illegal immigrants are in hiding because they came in the country of Thailand without any passports, they are afraid the authorities will catch them and send them to jail and send them back to their native land. Some of them living in the mountains where lack of waters that some children seldom take a bath that’s why some of them are sick. Another thing is lack of foods that it takes weeks for some people to go down to city to buy for their daily needs, in other words they are lack of basics necessities. As I observe during our medical mission every month in different places in Ratcharuburi initiated by Thai priest with Thai nurses, Filipino doctors, nurses and volunteers, Spanish doctor and some other nationalities, some of the children are malnourish, have skin problems, fever, flu, etc. They can’t go to the hospital because they are afraid the authorities will catch them and send them to jail, even if the doctors will recommend them to go to some hospitals, they will not going to have a check up because they don’t have money. I know it’s really hard for them to live like that but still I saw them with pure happiness in their heart laughing and smiling with us during our medical mission every month. All they need is our guidance, help, generosity and love. Let’s pray for them that they always overcome their struggles in life.
Wedding Kermesse
Common folk with few wants
(Toilers reaping earth’s bounty)
Enjoy life’s pleasantries
By escaping the harsh realities
Of day-to-day existence,
Expressed in a kermesse dance
To the tune of simple instruments.
With joy in their hearts
And freedom unfettered,
They fling each other
Around in circles,
Indulging in feasting,
Drinking, and singing
In the celebratory ritual
Of carefree merriment
(Partakers as witnesses)
Toasting the wedding couple.
With the ground as their stage
And exposed to the elements,
The day wears thin,
But not their jubilance.
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Note:
“Wedding Kermesse” is an ekphrastic poem based on the painting "Peasant Wedding Dance" (1607) by Pieter Brueghel the Younger (1564–1638).
The “Kermesse” was any special village or town celebration originating in Europe during the late medieval period (1250–1500 AD) and was introduced to America by Dutch and Flemish immigrants.
Kamala Harris "The Vice President Of "The United States Of America in 2020 spoke to "The Immigrants Of "The Entire World" and told them what time it is!.Kamala Harris who is "The Vice-President" Of "The United States Of America" spoke to "Immigrants one day,and she "Said" that if you want to come to "The U.S.A.......Come in a "Legitimate Way"! Today is"U.S.A 's ways to let "Immigrants see that "The Vice President" does not play ,when she said you can come to "The U.S.A" "ONLY" in a legitamate way!!!! Best believe it,and you will "Walk Back" to your "Home Country" from "The U.S.A" because you were a "Bully" who tried to"Bully" your way into "The U.S.A.!!!! Walk back home ,because "The U.S.A. does not play"!!! "The Bullies are dead"!!! You cannot "Bully" your way into "The U.S.A. Come in a "Legitamate Way" or you might "Die" as you travel and "Bully" your way!!!! Today is the only legal way to to enter "The U.S.A"by comming to "The U.S.A" "Legally" or being put on the list to walk back home. There are those who want to "Bully" their way into "The U.S.A"as illegal immigrants! They must realize that the "BULLY" is "DEAD"! They cut off "THE BULLIES HEAD"! Those who come to "The U.S.A. illagitamy will have to "Walk Back Home"!They are "BULLIES" who would not listen to "Vice-President Kamala Harris!!! They try to "Bully " The "Female" Vice -President Of "The United States Of America"! She is a "Christian"! She does not take any thing from any other "Religion"! In "The U.S.A Women and Men Rule"! We reject any law that is not inclusive of women and men ruling!The Lord God Almighty is "The Real Holy Name Of GOD"! The Bully is dead,and "The Bullies will have to "Walk Back Home"! Kamala Harris told them not to come,and they disobeyed and are being sent back! They are "Bullies" who tried to"Bully" "The Vice -President Of The United States Of America! She Tried to keep them out of "Harms Way"!They must not want to be blessed?
As the New Year is almost upon us
It’s becoming clear just how rotten
The smiling face of our nation is,
So what better time
To set it straight.
Everywhere you look waste, fraud and abuse
Overflows, as it has for many decades,
But now that the Somali day-care fraud
Is being unearthed,
Not only are the molars seen as totally rotten,
But the gums gingivitis infected as well,
To the extent all the teeth
Now need to be pulled.
And where does that leave US?
Toothless and sore and helplessly vulnerable,
And yet we’d still be alive.
Which is more than it will be
If we don’t root out the rot
Tooth and nail.
(12/28/25)
I ran across this poem I wrote 5 years ago….to the day…
A poem about how…in a world filled with hate…love will find a way:
Lately…here in our own country…it has occurred to me
no matter where I look…hate is everywhere I see…
It’s nothing new…for hating others has been part of our history
ask Native Americans,
People of color,
Jews,
Muslims,
Immigrants…
the the L..G..B..and T.
To show how easy it is for hate to take hold…to succeed, to triumph…to win…
the moment I say I hate all the haters…is the moment I let hate in.
But don’t be fooled by all the hate…
for as we ride this up and down, round and round carousel
When you look around…we see much love as well.
If we can look past all the hate (It’s not easy…I understand)
we see people reaching out, hugging, kissing…holding hands.
We see random acts of kindness…acts of affection and generosity.
We see a diverse amount of people embracing diversity.
So when you start to believe love is dead….before you begin to mourn
remember, ‘I Love You’ are the first words spoken…
the moment a baby has been born.
Think of all the times you say ‘I love You’ every day…and why do you surmise
are ‘I Love You’ the last words uttered before a person dies?
We begin and end our life with ‘I Love You’ which only proves once more
that hate may win it’s share of battles…but love will win the war.
It’s been 5 years since I wrote this poem…
about how love will eventually win the war over hate…
and though I never said it would be easy
I’m just wondering…
how much longer will I have to wait:
A city once known as AMSTERDAM
Grew into a Metropolis called New York City
Large and in charge
Tourist like to explore
Places like Macy’s, Bloomingdale’s and other sights being hard to ignore
Views from the rivers to the shores
The Statue of Liberty for sure
Skyscrapers domination
Immigrants from aboard travel far and wide to get a glimpse and migrant
New York City becoming their home away from home in appreciation
It mounts to sensation
Bus and Subway rides here and there
Moving people anywhere
Being a word of caution in beware as crime is beyond compare
New York City is the place to be
There is so much to do and see
Stores galore to shop
Block after Block nonstop
Fifth Avenue fascination
Shopping until you drop
Fashion capital
Quality wise
Start spreading the news
Watch your credit cards and don’t get into debt
Otherwise, you will feel as if loss a bet
Step right up
You won’t be disappointed in the dazzle and array of entertainment
New York City is never ending
A city that never sleeps
I caught New York City in a quick nap
New York City like no other
Visit and discover
A time well spent
Maneuvering in acceleration
Make it your own personal celebration
New York City style
Worth your while.