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Yes modernization is here
Islamic rules have made it clear
Pick up a small stick
And beat her to the wick
Make her understand
Obey your command
Pakistan is the modern land
Live like a man and beat at command
Only though because you care
To make her subservient and thus obey
She must follow your Islamic commands
And bend over for perverted desires in your satanic land
Now death to Israel
For they have committed the crime
Of being modern in un-modern times
As they saved the wounded of Syrians blood
They embrace humanity
Pakistan grabs a small stick
And strikes fear in the sexes
My god is there no common senses?
Notes: This is not to condone or condemn any Country. Merely to show how at times biases take things way out of context. At times the world decries one death, as in humane as next door hundreds of thousands take place under the silent ones of oppression.
Secondly this is specifically about The Council of Islamic Ideology a powerful constitutional body that advises the Pakistani legislature whether laws are in line with the teachings of Islam. There interpretation is of course ludicrous and I am well aware true Muslim worshipers would never follow such violent and antiquated teachings.
This came about from the CNN article http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/28/asia/pakistan-women-light-beating/index.html on the topic. On weekends I often partake in discussions at a Middle Eastern coffee shop, people from all over the middle east, where we have lively discussions. So it’s of note that this poem was the summary and views of the Muslim mates are I was sharing tea with.
Of note, many of them in their own countries could never voice any dissenting views without being tortured or killed.
O brilliant son of the desert,
You rose through the maze of your House
With precision sharper than a blade.
The future trembles beneath your feet—
But power, untempered by wisdom,
Is a fire that devours its bearer.
Do not chase the glory of empires too fast.
Rome was not built in one day—
And neither shall a just Arabia.
You cannot serve two masters:
The West with its silver tongue,
And your people, whose eyes still hunger.
Choose neutrality not as weakness,
But as strategy.
Your true legacy lies not in gold towers,
But in lifting the soul of your nation.
Forsake not your brother, Iran.
To unite the Crescent is to raise a new dawn.
The blood of Gaza weeps through the sand,
And every drop asks:
"Where is our brother?"
Sunni, Shia, Sufi—one people,
Divided by politics, not by God.
To unite them is to write your name beside kings,
To divide them is to sow your own ruin.
Beware the advisors with smiles from Tel Aviv
And tongues sharpened in Washington.
They do not dream for you—
They only use your night to hide their shadow.
The Middle East can rise again,
But only if you learn this truth:
Real power is not feared,
It is trusted.
Asked three cannibal philosophers,
named Who
and What
and Why
is eating life so bad
without smothering it in catsup?
Who is serving What
and Why
to Whom
on Earth is NotWho?
Already eaten
by re-connecting tissue issues
Do we invest in ever more and better
win/lose capitalistic head-hunters?
Playing Either/Or ZeroSum games
of deadly loss
over fulfilling and resiliently continued life together?
Or Win/Win Christian
and Islamic
and Buddhist
nondualistic nature/spirits inviting co-attachment games
for all multicultural eco-messiahs,
suffering ego-prophets re-attaching compassion
within MotherEarth's
bodhisattva therapeutic agenda,
Earth-serving Whom
health integrity
of Who, loving
What, co-arising
Why, redeeming life
over corrupting death.
Thriving non-cannibals
have long chosen to serve,
love,
worship polyculturing healthy Earth,
felt through all Her TribalTimes,
by not merely commodifying the calorie value of lunch,
not extracting without reparation plans,
not using without repurposing.
Gaian Hypothetical-Prophetical God
is ReCreating humane/divine co-emergent Love
fully-invested in win/win strategies and designs
without capitalistic supremacy,
without paternalistic fake ReLigion
LeftBrain too dominantly win/lose strategic
Either-In/Or-Out cannibalistic aggression against Outs,
too competitive to respect win/win diplomacy,
too deductively dis-associated lack of empathy,
too reductive of nature to include RightBrain spiritual-inductive awareness
Resulting in rabidly chaotic lack
of eco-messianic
co-arising mindfulness
of Who serves secular/sacred EarthIntegrity,
What left/right bilateral co-intelligence could re-connect
becoming win/win Why in/ex-formation
We struggle between fading climate health
and weathered,
inhumane,
cannibalistic-militaristic pathology.
Cannibals are those Who have no time
or patience
or curiosity
for PhiloSophias of What
Earth co-presents
and Why sacramental EarthMothers
rebirth Originating
ReGenerative
ReLigioning
Integral InForm/ExFlow-national Intent.
Paris the 13th
Tears, my tears fall to wine
As I can not comprehend this horrendous crime
Men filled with such spiteful hate
Islamic teachings seal their fate
Kill and slaughter love and smiles
How I pray tell does this bring about
Any compassion of heart, have they no guile?
I have walked along those Parisian streets
Filled with history and diversity, such a feat
Hand in hand, people from so many lands
Dressed in darkness, blacks and grays
The massacre dancing in premonitions sway
Crusaders never win, for love will take its stand
Hundreds taken from Jesus hands
For nothing more than celebrating their great lands
Food and drink and lovers smiles
Stolen this night by hateful bile
We shall rise again, defend and stand
Our blood may flow in the river seine
However in the end its you, who is insane
We shall defend our liberty
Even if we hang evil from the tree
Père Lachaise has brought me tears
Such history over all the years
Yet here I am faced to visit once again
Paying respect to those dying in vain
My heart is fraught, with you till eternity
Liberté, égalité, fraternité
Notes: Pere Lachaise is a famous cemetery in Paris
Liberté, égalité, fraternité is the motto of France
I was told Jews were colonists and white
I wondered how to test if that was right
So I looked up genes, a simple approach but bright
Found Jews are at least half Canaanite.
This was found by looking at more than one Neolithic mound.
Bodies, bones, before the Iron age, DNA could be found
I bet my know-it-all debater hadn't thought of looking at that
He looks at debate as throwing me on the mat.
Who belongs in Israel is an ongoing fight
Interestingly, the Arabic speakers are also part Canaanite
But the relationship with Jews is uneasy at best.
Still, there was a way to test.
Europe's prehistory can be tested too
Most residents died, we look for a clue
5000 years ago, some evidence it was disease
Eurasian steppe peoples took over the keys
If you admire Stonehenge, please know
The people who built it had nowhere to go
Most of their descendants were gone by 2000 B.C
No one at fault, seek the truth and be free.
The colored pains are carved onto the back of my ancestors’ history.
My oppressors see my Africanness as a curse,
the rotten fruit of savagery, slavery, and the barbarity of colonization.
The blackness of my skin has made me a suspect since the cotton fields.
I am from the cradle of humanity.
I grew up in a colonial trading post.
My homeland never had factories that manufactured weapons of war,
yet I know how to handle a Kalashnikov like those child soldiers.
My first shock: an infant, cut to pieces and stuffed in a sack hanging from a palm tree.
After the colonial massacres, dead cities to soften the cruelty of a bloodthirsty dictatorship.
I share the same convictions as those independence fighters
that the general’s colonial army labeled as “rebels.”
I am neither a suburban kid nor a ghetto dweller.
I took my first steps in a shantytown of Equatorial Africa.
Some cross the Mediterranean toward the Western tyranny of misery,
while others choose the illicit path to shine in the gloomy cells of capitalism,
lit by the flashing lights of the “Republic of Enlightenment” slavers.
These Western impostors treat Africa like an open-air dump,
while their neo-colonial military bases protect the safety of multinational corporations
that have been savagely plundering Africa’s wealth for centuries.
They finance Islamic terrorist groups so that African dictators
can sing the globalist symphonies of Western democracy.
I am a Sub-Saharan animist like the first pharaohs.
I remember the massacre of the Amerindians
when I see African Americans filling the prisons of a nation born from genocide.
My holy land is Africa.
I will never submit to the negrophobic laws
of supremacists indoctrinated with the vile delusions of the Third Reich.
I remember Pope Nicholas V’s papal bull
when I see the Catholic Church meddling in the political affairs
of Africa’s banana republics.
Slave blood in my veins,
in my heart too much pain, only love, no hate.
My conscience has never been chained.
My criminal record remains spotless,
like the orifices of the Christ’s own mother.
A beacon of light...from a lighthouse in the ocean...
An unfortunate group of sailors paddled towards
that living light...
an unsung warrior, vigorously protecting uprooted,
heart-broken, shelterless...
after a devastating partition of the homeland,
an unforeseen, traumatic curse crushing millions of sufferers,
a man in his prime, giving up dreams of comfort, luxury, indulgence,
so others feel safe, after a harrowing experience!
embracing a life of torturous self-deprivation,
a life of agonizing separation -
from own loved ones, so others live with theirs!
. That man symbolized - how to climb uphill...
carrying a formidable weight, on the steepest mountain,
and reach the summit
with sheer determination and undefeatable spirit!
He held a torch, guiding the vulnerable,
those who needed a powerful hand to grasp,
when feeling like being drowned in a sea of misery,
The inner light of an indomitable soul…
spreading the brightness of a courageous spirit…
Illuminated the darkness of a miserable existence for many.
References:The partition of India in 1947 divided British India into two independent Dominions: India and Pakistan. The Dominion of India is today the Republic of India, and the Dominion of Pakistan is the Islamic Republic of Pakistan and the People's Republic of Bangladesh (Wikipedia)
Millions of uprooted families, who crossed the border overnight, had gone through unimaginable sufferings.
Edited from my Poem "Courage That Inspired Awe"
March 17, 2022
For "Living Light" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
The Greek philosopher Ptolemy described Yemen as “happy Arabia”.
Understanding her beauty during ancient days.
Some have changed this to “Fortunate Arabia”.
Both names enlighten her in positive ways.
One of the oldest centers of civilization in the near East
Yemen is rich in culture, a historical significant, a well-known beast.
Yemenis developed the south Arabian alphabet by century number eight.
She is a conglomerate of modern and ancient, both worlds so great.
Home of powerful city-states and empires, Yemenis also control
Production of highly sought out frankincense and myrrh in her whole.
She had exclusive access to spices from South Asia in her earliest days.
Also was the distributor of plumes and ivory, an East African craze.
Yemen was a middle man, who knew what she was doing loud and soft.
The prophet Muhammad sent his son-in-law to Yemen to build two mosques.
This may have been the beginning of Islamic architecture, one thing for sure.
She is a gorgeous, rich country with a culture and history that is amazingly pure.
The Horror of San Bernardino
By Franklin Price
12/4/2015
The horror of San Bernardino
With celebration in the air
A pair without good reason
Killed and wounded many there
No doubt the killers Muslim
Part of a rising trend
Must destroy the Muslim radicals
Bring this terror to an end
Can't wait another moment
Must come up with a plan
To stop other heartless killers
Make all efforts that we can
Must analyze the causes
For the needless killing there
Must eliminate the reasons
Yet proceed somewhat with care
For not all Muslims radical
No matter what we think
The majority are innocents
Not all to terror linked
If we make the wrong decisions
And we target Muslims all
We'll worsen the conditions
Have nothing left to break the fall
The leaders of good Muslims
Must come out and make a stand
Condemn the killing radicals
Must help stop them we demand
If they don't soon stand up
Maybe I'm not thinking right
Maybe they are closet terrorists
Waiting to join a losing fight
My plight
Daily I cry for no reason to purge my heart,
In the depth of wealth that my soul wailed.
Most in thoughts reason for the lost of my bread,
The significance of omotoyikogbon with a fulfilled heart.
No day went by that my face is not frown,
The course of which is well known.
The evil in human nature,
One which our hearts daily nurture.
Yet all undercover with the religious rites,
That our laws are bend to suit the majority sects.
Ah where is the fate of the minority?
Here it is laid in the grave of purity.
Even pagans are more worthy than them,
Than what they tend to claim.
Dear great lord when are you coming back?
Come so soon for our breath is deep in the dark.