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What if insurgency or killings last longer than necessary
What if none of the government is involved
What if it is through external influence
What if they are bound to occur
What if all Boko Haram actions are not of emissary
What if they are not been dissolved
What if it doesn't to any affluence
What if none turns a cur
What if Bandits never exist
What if more lives got lost through other means
What if the constitution don't address resolution
What if there is no room for punishment
What if Kidnapping persist
What if it can be traced to genes
What if ransom increases elocution
What if it is recognized as an ancient
What if Fulani herdsmen killings continues
What if the farmers succumb
What if the acts bring peaceful night
What if the more thanks the more trouble
What if Oil bunkering stops
What if poverty crumb
What if all Barrels are tight
What if no barrel makes rubble
If all these have been ravaging
Should we all agree
If all these have truly being
Won't it be better we rule by decree?
To win struggle in the face of peace
Is to the bow of poignant silence amidst emergency
Pledge for warm glowing reviewing tease
In darken pulse to ripple effective insurgency
Teach my lineaments to lament not
Either in cool cruelty or noisy discernment
Teach, oh teach me to be prudent and no hot
Either in comfort zone or in heart's troubled interment
Let the atmosphere whispers of her sigh
Whenever moon is late to appear up high
Let the men play with your hair and makeup
Whenever the phone isn't of any tracking blowup
Teach my lineaments be able bodied
As the night checks morning
so candied
If Black is beauty
We should have the fury
Ready to bless the scary
And chase away the treason treasury
To stand all a one unity
If Africa is great
That all true records she ever chest
Are ours; should it be colligate?
A snatch cum valid blood attest
Or be the genuine far away debate
If Man is a true clan
Will he submit to condone
And stand in place for his fan
To watch destruction under his pan
While taking refuge off plan
If Woman is a weak vessel
Should she be overlooked actionable
Clinch to addle
While we claim no boss; continue to saddle
For all the pleasure pleasing nestle
If nothing is to be counted upon
Men will make no peace of anyone
And find only hell a daemon
But somethings are to count on
Yet killings are all of fun
If the aftermath result war
Nigeria becomes what we saw
Eating up the law
Burning in insurgency and hatred raw
Have we more to abhor?
667.
The 2nd Period of the Independent Era of Philippine History:
Marcos Regime
The only Philippine President elected for another term
Ferdinand Marcos' grip to power was ostensibly firm
But the 2nd & 3rd terms of his presidency
Was engulfed with civil unrest & leftist insurgency
In the so-called “First Quarter Storm”, thousands protested
Separatist groups, MNLF & CPP-NPA, were founded
There was a bombing in the rally of the opposition
High government officials encountered attempts of assassination
The fruit of such anarchy was the Martial law declaration
To save the republic and address the threats of insurrection
Marcos imposed an “iron hand” over the entire nation
There were massive reforms like the new Constitution
Grand edifices were erected like the Manila Planetarium & the PICC
Built were widespread housings, schools, hospitals, roads, bridges & the LRT
Despite these vast projects & accomplishments for our country
The yellows treated Marcos as our nation's enemy
This is the 2nd Period of Independent Era – Marcos Regime
The longest rule by a Filipino President from glory to grim
3 terms of great achievements & gruesome resentments
God taught the Filipinos a good lesson for our next presidents.
-05/28/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Our country's history
Soured by a presidency
For thee I mourn.
Land where so many died
Because of foolish pride
Trump's faults I must deride
With words of scorn.
Stripped of our liberty
Mocked as a travesty,
For thee I weep.
Tears fell across the land
Four years in his command,
Democracy was banned.
Mayhem ran deep.
Covid germs filled the air
"Drink bleach," he did declare.
Then sent a throng.
Treason... insurgency
With frantic urgency.
Hostile convergency.
His crime was wrong.
Our country, strong once more
High will your banner soar
From sea to sea.
Your wounds will then be healed.
When Trump's deeds are revealed
Songs across plains and field
We'll sing with glee.
If Black is beauty
We should have the fury
Ready to bless the scary
And chase away the treason treasury
To stand all a one unity
If Africa is great
That all true records she ever chest
Are ours; should it be colligate?
A snatch cum valid blood attest
Or be the genuine far away debate
If Man is a true clan
Will he submit to condone
And stand in place for his fan
To watch destruction under his pan
While taking refuge off plan
If Woman is a weak vessel
Should she be overlooked actionable
Clinch to addle
While we claim no boss; continue to saddle
For all the pleasure pleasing nestle
If nothing is to be counted upon
Men will make no peace of anyone
And find only hell a daemon
But somethings are to count on
Yet killings are all of fun
If the aftermath results war
Nigeria becomes what we saw
Eating up the law
Burning in insurgency and hatred raw
Have we more to abhor?
Before the blast in April's darkened sky. . .
before the electrifying surge of insurgency -
when trucks and tanks were used to block the roads, and
when men and even boys were sought to aid in one malicious purpose. . .
before the rampant slaughter -
the raining of machetes down on flesh and bones
and the cornucopia of corpses left like butchered carcasses
on highways, nearby houses and in churches. . .
before the plundering, the rapes and mutilations
and the exodus of thousands to death-infested camps,
there were whisperings -
insidious and portentous to the ears of the wisely suspicious -
and a voice on the airwaves spewing hate.
Before it all,
there was a brewing of resentment
of a people with a history of poverty and
of transitory freedom and capricious politics.
And through it all, with such grave consternation,
governments debated. . . waited. . . . . . . and waited,
playing with semantics
while thousands dead became the hundred thousand,
and three long months - unrivaled for its number of atrocities -
came to its completion.
Seemingly, peace has been restored
and punishment stingily doled out.
Time moves on . . .
except for half a million
for whom compassion by the world
was spared.
Nigeria my Country
Assailed,buffeted and violated
By evils of unimaginable proportions
Lies prostrate at the crossroads
Insurgency an anathema in our country
Has torn to shreds Our territorial integrity
Banditry and kidnapping like cancer
Are gnawing at our very existence
Human lives are more devalued
Than our cursed currency
Nothing looks strange any more
Nothing is certain any more
The Shepherd has lost control
And the flock scattered
In all directions
Don’t cry my beloved country
Cause help is on the way
Beyond these challenges
Nigeria looks beautiful
But woe betide every Partaker
In this national calamity!
June 6 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 17-20
Key Verse – Job 19:26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ALLOWS US
TO SEE HIM WITH DIVINE VISION
God allows us to see Him with divine vision amidst His lovingkindness…
Such upholds our faith in our thanksgiving for His graciousness
For us to rejoice in His granted salvation’s steadfastness
Through His goodness we delight in blissfulness.
God allows us to see Him with divine vision amidst His mercy…
Such cheers our faith despite doubt’s insurgency
For us to praise Him along worshipful consistency
Through His inspiration of holiness-fervency.
God allows us to see Him with divine vision amidst His Word…
Such builds our faith as we grow along His Scriptures’ record
For us to abide in His will against worldliness-discord
Through His guidance while using the Spirit’s sword.
God allows us to see Him with divine vision amidst His truth-fortress…
Such shields our faith from deceit and unbelief’s distress
For us to walk along His paths of righteousness-buttress
Through His doctrines we practice against falsity’s stress.
God allows us to see Him with divine vision amidst His covenant…
Such increases our faith from being stagnant and dormant
For us to fear Him reverentially, surrendering heart that is arrogant
Through His help we depend on, always triumphant.
God allows us to see Him with divine vision amidst His glorious name…
Such declares our faith that asserts His sovereign fame
For us to humble before Him as His promises we claim
Through His power we lean on without shame.
God allows us to see Him with divine vision amidst His majesty…
Such secures our faith serves Him by His authority
For us to continue working in His ministry along His might’s intensity
Through His leadership we follow along wholehearted sincerity.
June 6, 2025
Full of doubt. About survival of the species and my own.
A plague of tent caterpillars, worse than an infestation,
an insurgency that has left the sky naked, bones revealed,
trees knee deep in webbing.
Another way to look at it: The caterpillars have opened up
the understory. It's not a form of terrorism,
it's an opportunity for otherwise repressed species
to assert genetic relevance.
A scientist gets out among the ticks and webs, observes
the march of barberries up the watershed, mustards spread
in tire treads, and hidden among this mess of invasives,
a jalopy of a hunter's roost.
Beer cans are also diagnostic. Inwood Park,
dog poop and abandoned cars, yet a copper beech around which
Indians camped. The broken asphalt and Spanish language.
Humanity followed time there.
When I see a fox, a coyote or a bear, I think What Good Luck
to be made of clay and alive this year. If I saw a cougar
I would not know what to do. It would change my life,
like an archaic torso of Apollo.
Look for the silver lining. Walk on the sunny side of the street.
Count your blessings. Life goes on. A little better every day in every way.
You can't take it with you. It's only money. People who need people are
the luckiest beetles in the world.