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Was just a clerk, punching the clock,
Served my town, never thought I’d get locked.
With a smile and a prayer, I walk into the light,
But he waits in the shadows, plotting my plight.
Military Veteran, I fought for the truth,
The system had my back, in Iraq I was bulletproof.
But here he comes, in a suit and a tie,
A Federal Sniper, watching me, and my life die.
Show me the man, and I'll show you the crime,
He’s hunting the humble; it’s a real low climb.
Got badge and a plan, he’s lost in the grind,
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
Small business dreams, I built brick by brick,
But his eyes were on me, that prosecutor slick.
He Ignores Fentanyl dealers with their poison and hate,
Made a clerical mistake, now he's sealing my fate.
Tell the judge, "I didn’t mean to break laws,"
But she smiles with power, with no cause.
Like a coward in the corner, he prowls,
Targets the mild, while MS-13 gang members howl.
Show me the man, and I'll show you the crime,
He’s hunting the humble; it’s a real low climb.
Got a badge and a plan, but he’s lost in the grind,
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
With my Family going home from church,
Trusting the system, never thought it would hurt.
He’s smiling in shadows, playing us all for fools,
Now I’m a number, in a cold hearted duel.
Show me the man, and I'll show you the crime,
He’s hunting the humble; it’s a real low climb.
Got a badge and a plan, and he's lost his mind,
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
So take a good look, at the face of despair,
This clown’s got a badge, and his perjury isn’t fair.
A coward practicing law, LAW FAIR, he’s the one living a lie,
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
Depression, suppresion of the Iraqi people
Call for the brave, no longer feeble
Statues down of their once ruler
No longer reigns, no population puller.
Uday, Qusay the tyrants sons
No longer on power, now the weak ones
The search goes on to find their dad
In tunnels and bunkers below Bagdad
Operation Red Dawn, captured a want
His name Saddam, not worth the font
His reputation, now no longer a curse
This Iraqi nation, prayfully past their worse.
Let me take you back to 45
Berlin fallen, families died
But proud Germans, despised their leaders
To write a new, gain worthy readers.
Back to Iraq, as the forces cement
Sunni and Shia - Kurds will repent
Sadly not true, as markets ask
Suicide bombers, an impossible task
To police each person, on any given day
Won't stop their carnage as they like to play
Kalasnikov, Bullets and RPG
The currency of war, as countries will see
And to be truthfully honest, how do we repair
Stay at home watch TV, thank god i'm not there
The lines below are not errors by me
They are indeed tears, of the fallen you see
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It beggars belief, to open ones eyes
As another race, just wants to despise
As History has shown, whether neigbour or friend
I doubt Human Race will ever buck the trend
We will continue to kill, maim do or die
The End.
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LETTERS FROM UNITED STATES OF AMERICA -MIA
U for Universal, representing Hollywood
N for Richard Nixon, whose morals fell short of good.
I reminds us of Iraq; we’re there for their protection.
T is for the Twin Towers – though of course there’s no connection.
E for entertainment, in America it’s grand.
D illustrates it perfectly; just visit Disneyland.
S is for the Super Bowl, a sort of U.S. F.A Cup.
T is for Thanksgiving where families meet up.
A is the American Dream, a concept they all love.
T is for the turkey they eat two lines above.
E just stands for everything you either love or hate.
S is for the sea between, which some believe is great.
O has to be Obama, the one who broke the mould.
F is for the failure we hope we don’t behold.
A is for “The Apple”, or New York on the map.
M is for Macdonalds, who sell a load of ....
E remembers Elvis; at last they had a king.
R is for the rock and roll which Elvis made his thing.
I is for the Indians the cowboys loved to fight.
C, the Constitution which gives them equal rights.
A brings us back to “The Apple” – so good they named it twice.
28th August 2021
Message in and Acrostic contest 2
Sponsor - Kim Rodrigues
Nineteen Years Ago
By Franklin Price
09/11/2020
Nineteen years ago today, the tall twin towers fell.
Hijacked airliners hit them and turned them into hell.
High above Manhattan streets fires began to rain.
Just a short time later only rubble would remain.
Victims trapped above, who did not want to die by fires,
Chose to jump and take their chances, from those giant burning pyres.
First responders rushed inside, those towers that were boomed.
Many did not come back, hundreds of those heroes doomed.
We the People came together as we did for World War two.
There were no axis powers. What were we supposed to do?
The world forever changed that day. What was that terror for?
No country to go fight against. No place to fight a war.
Iraq seemed like a likely place, to go and fight the fall.
Bad intel, said mass destruction, could be found there after all.
We went and kicked Iraqi ass. No mass destruction there to see
Hussein was hiding in a hole. We hung him from a tree.
The terrorists not in Iraq. Afghanistan could be their base.
The Russians had no luck there, so we went and took their place.
We found and slew Bin Laden, who was terror master then,
Others came to take his place, we killed them and their men
We still are fighting over there, in those lands so far away,
Our soldiers and our money, being spent there every day.
The terrorists still fighting. We must convince them to refrain,
To protect our homeland from them, so they never come again
Must now look within our country, look up close and not afar.
Since those nineteen years have passed, how we've gotten where we are.
We've torn ourselves asunder, made a farce of Washington,
Allowed the terrorists among us to take our liberties and run.
Trample on the constitution, disrespect our flag that flies,
Remove the God, in whom we trust, the One that they despise.
Do not want to pledge allegiance, or to follow any rules.
They're the terrorists I speak of, or unpatriotic fools.
We the People need to speak up, those of us who give a damn
We're not supposed to be the sheep, of the shepherd, “Uncle Sam”.
We must pledge allegiance, to the flag, the Constitution make our stead,
Or our country, as the towers, will be fallen down and dead.
Young Ali Abass
He lain in a Baghdad hospital,
They said he had no hope.
Maimed and lost his family,
How did that young lad cope?
Torn apart by warfare,
So-called freedom for Iraq.
Try telling that to young Ali Abass,
He can't have his family back.
In an allied attack he lost his arms,
Lost his brother, his mum and his dad.
He had burns all over his torso,
So much pain for an innocent lad.
And yet that brave boy bears no grudges,
New arms though prosthetic they be.
He came to Great Britain to get them,
The joy on his face plain to see.
I'm sorry young man, for the hurt and the pain,
For the loss of your family too.
If only we could turn back time,
This would never have happened to you.
The fake isolation of the island insinuated the fostering of remnants;
remnants of religious fervor, close knit seafaring families, and rugged farmers;
remnants of power past and present.
A fog shrouded canvass awaits the onslaught of August revelry.
And, where widows walked the peeks of robber barons manses, the elementals now play.
Tomato red fire trucks ring the seaside green. Throngs of , oh so, polite W.A.S.P.S
and multicultural couples dot the lawn in precise groupings.
The squeal of stroller strapped toddlers echo across ocean
and down alleyways lined with painted ladies
Gay blades and saucy sisters saunter unharassed through the crowds of young families.
Prosperously retirees with salt and pepper hair in pink and green golf shirts line the porches
of the gingerbread homes ringing the green.
In the gazebo a brass band plays John Phillip Souza and closes by belting out
the American anthem, after dark, no flag wave, yet random patriots stand.
Their forms silhouette upon the gray fog like their intentions
mocking the holiday aire with their reminder of war….
those raging on in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan.
and fade with the crowds roar to “Sit down your blocking the view!”
And as the elite, and privileged meet and greet chatting in wonder over the multiple sightings
of airforce one choppers and past President Clinton.
The three times the worlds average wage is spent on FIREWORKS, frivolously,
for the entertainment of the richest citizens of the planet. God Blessed America.
Thank You For Your Service
“Thank you for your service."
How many times have I heard that.
Do they know or understand?
Do they really care?
I fought at Bloody Antietam,
Shiloh, Gettysburg and Franklin.
Blue and gray, makes no difference.
Casualties measured by the thousands.
I fought at Belleau Woods and Meuse-Argonne.
Mud filled trenches stinking with filth.
Mustard gas stinging eyes, burning lungs.
The war to end all wars till the next one.
I landed at Normandy, fought at terrible
Tarawa, Tinian and Okinawa, Sicily and
too many other places to name.
Freeing the world from tyrants.
I fought at the Pusan Perimeter, Inchon Landing
And retreated from Frozen Chosin.
Saving the Koreans from themselves.
Prelude to the next civil war.
I fought at the Ia Drang, Hamburger Hill
Khe San and An Loc.
Saw the horror of My Lai
Why were we there?
I have been fighting for twenty years
In the hell of Iraq
and Afghanistan saving the world from
terrorism.
Do they see the dead?
Bodies piled upon bodies
mutilated beyond recognition and
rotting in the heat and sun.
Do they see the Gold Star Families
who lost so much but gained so little.
Some lucky enough to have coffins.
Others never returned.
Do they see the physically wounded?
Legs, arms, hands,eyes gone.
Skin burned and scarred.
After effects linger for years.
Do they see the wounded in spirit?
Marriages destroyed. Alcoholism,
suicide, drug addiction.
Nightmares as constant companions.
The shakes in the Civil War.
Shell shock in the Great War.
Two-thousand yard stare in WWII.
PTSD from ‘Nam to the present.
Do they visit V.A’s,
give to the Wounded Warriors or
support the USO.
Do they really care or are the words:
“Thank you for your service”
just a passing fad.
ODDLY AFTER I REPORTED ILLEGAL JAMAICAN FEMALE IMMIGRANTS HOME INVASIONS ATTACKING ME FOR WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TAKING DOWN CORRUPT OFFICERS SELLING DRUG WITH THE JAMAICAN CARTEL OBSESSED WITH BECOMING ME AFTER DEATH MY MURDER WAS PLOTTED CARRIED OUT AS THESE TWISTED DOMESTIC TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES BEGAN ALTERING MY CHILDRENS IMMUNIZATION RECORDS BIRTH CERTIFICATES HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMAS PASSPORTS COMPLETE DEVESTATION MY MURDER PLOT BECAME AN ABDUCTION SLOWLY AS MY DAUGHTER WAS TAKEN AN RELEASED JAMAICAN FEMALES HACKED ON TO MY IDENTITY THROUGH MY CHILDREN IMPERSONATED ME ACTUALLY POSING AS MY DAUGHTERS MOM WHY WHAT SUCH A DATA BREACH SHE BEGAN TRYING TO ERASE MY CHILDREN AMERICAN SCHOOL RECORDS HER OBSESSION TO MY 1ST GRADE FIELD TRIP TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME THIS LED THEM TO BELIEVE THEY COULD ERASE MY CHILDRENS SCHOOL IDENTITY ERASE THEM FROM MY WOMB WITH A CRIMINAL BREACH FROM HELL CRIES POURED IN FROM IRAQ THE TOWEL HEADS THE WRATH THE RAGS THEE UNTHINKABLE TERRORIST ATTACK UPON AMERICAN IDENTITIES UNDER CIRO GARGANO REGIEME CONTROLLING CORRUPT AGENTS HIS BRUTAL POWER OF FRAUD WASTE IDENTITY THEFT AND CHASE BANK THE MERE THOUGHT OF DOMESTIC TERRORIST SHOOTING UP SCHOOLS REMOVING STUDENT INFORMATION IN ORDER TO ASSIST ILLEGAL JAMAICAN IMMIGRANTS PERPUTRATING FRAUD FOR A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALF THANKS BE TO GOD
O Israel—
your hands
drip
with innocent blood
in Gaza.
You have butchered
women,
children,
and men.
You have destroyed
their homes—
and their hopes.
The Middle East,
once at peace,
now stands
as a bloodbath
since your arrival
in 1948.
O Israel—
you have taken
more innocent souls
than any nation
upon this earth.
In Lebanon,
your violence
has struck
the defenseless.
A land
once peaceful—
now turned
into hell.
In Syria,
your brutality
is known.
In Iraq,
your cruelty
is not forgotten.
In Iran,
one hundred and seventy-two
women and men—
lost
in the name
of greater Israel.
Because of your deeds—
a nation
once favored,
once loved
by the world—
now stands
among the most hated.
Saint Paul warns:
“Do not be deceived—
God cannot be mocked.
A man reaps
what he sows.”
O Israel—
your sins
are now
too heavy.
Do we see the world
through rose coloured glasses
Durst cut up the bodies of people
Psychologists say
He must have a mental illness
perhaps but the spanish
conquistadors cut up the bodies
of american indian babies
did they all have a mental illness
the New Zealand Maori
had the victory feast
where they sat and ate
the captives that lost their battle
culture after culture has been
cannibalistic treating each other
in horrible ways
did they all have mental problems
look back through history
and every culture every race
has treated others horribly
The American indian tied
a man legs to two different bending trees
and used the trees to split him in two
the Japanese Used slivers of bamboo
to take off one nail at a time
The English had hung drawn a quartered
a man was hung then dragged through the town
behind horses before being cut in four
with his head put on a stake
to warn others
not to break the law
The Russians attacked and killed
their Czar and his family
killing their aristocracy
to create a Communistic state
do they all have a mental disorders
or are all people capable
of horrific behaviours
I don't think that
I could ever do what has been done
but how much
of who am i
has been taught to me over the years
if I had been brought up in a different way
could I be a different person
How much do we owe to God
the bible teaches love thy neighbour
the bible became the foundation of our laws
is civilisation just a fabric
a facade
an illusion
created to make ourselves feel better about life
are we progressing toward paradise on earth
or are we heading back into the depths
of deprivation
Is man just an animal waiting to be unleashed
or is he the scholar
the lover waiting to grow
Imagine the bomb going down on Iraq
their metal fragments slicing like knives
through a two year old
Granted they attack the world
they use children as cannon fodder bombs
when will human beings learn to love all people
no matter what colour we are all the same