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In the deserts of Arabia, Medina had many Hebrews
And Khaybar Oasis was full of farms run by Jews.
To this day Muslims shout Khaybar, defeating Jews hits a chord
Because Mohammed took both places by the power of the sword
After his death Muslim armies took more
Palestine, Syria, Turkey, and that just opened the door
Then they took parts of Persia and Central Asia, these fearsome men
It's hard to believe Egypt and North Africa were Christian back then
Muslims on a roll took Morocco, Algeria and Spain
They did this for the sake of Allah, not for monetary gain
They conquered much of the subcontinent, was it genocide?
Hindus, Sikhs, and Buddhists claim that millions died.
Today, Jihadists wage war from Nigeria to Mozambique
Islam is on the rise, other religions seem quite weak
You don't hear your local church crying for African dead
Their priorities are more parochial, even progressive instead.
Islam also spreads in peaceful ways, I don't want to deceive
Traders have spread the message of the prophet whom they believe
But what strikes me is that Muslims whose ancestors may have been Christians or Jews
When polled today, express missionary views.
It interesting too to see Islam collide with Chinese rule
The Uighurs are being digested; the process very cruel
Nonetheless, Iran and Pakistan all want China's aid
At least for now they're willing to make that moral trade.
History is often made by the tip of the spear
A minority of extremists can maintain and spread the fear
The Koran does say there is no compulsion in belief
But in practice, that Arabian gazelle has teeth.
Even here in the West, if you draw a blasphemous cartoon
Never mind paper freedoms, your end is likely soon.
Jonah's Calling
A vision of Jonah I did not see,
Nor did I hear the Lord speak
(Who pitied the wicked city of Nineveh)
When He said to His servant, Jonah,
“Arise and go to Nineveh for me.”
“Set me free!” Jonah cried and said to himself,
“They are but strangers to me.”
And the Lord heard Jonah’s heart
And turned.
In shame, Jonah ran away
To Tarshish, where he boarded a cargo ship,
Which got caught in a tempest.
And lots were drawn
And Jonah was thrown overboard
And was swallowed by a huge fish
(Jonah prayed, and the Lord hearkened to him)
Which, after three days, vomited him onto dry land.
And the Lord spoke to Jonah a second time,
“Arise and go to Nineveh for me.”
This time Jonah obeyed,
And the Lord’s anger was abated
Because the debaucherous city of Nineveh
Repented.
However, Jonah was jealous
Of the Lord’s compassion for Nineveh
And sulked under the shade of a tree.
“It is so cool under the gourd,” thought Jonah.
“Why should I leave? Where is my love?”
Then, a worm ate the plant,
Causing Jonah to suffer from the heat,
Who then turned and cursed the Lord.
And the Lord spake to Jonah a third time,
“And yet, you did not plant the gourd,
Nor did you tend to it.
You know not whence it lives
And canst not say when it shall die.
Shall I not have compassion for the people of Nineveh
Who cannot tell their left hand from their right?
Dost thou do well to be angry with me?”
And I remembered, written in the Book of Isaiah 1:18,
Of the Lord’s abounding love and patience.
“Come now, and let us reason together,” saith the Lord.
“Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow;
Though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”
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References:
Book of Jonah (Old Testament)
Isaiah 1:18 (KJV)
"No one stands in the same stream twice"
It's a lofty thought and the phrasing is nice
But we often lose the rest of the quote
Oh, we know the water's not quite the same
But then we get lazy and miss the boat...
Cause the one in the water is changing, too
Water has life, gives life, takes life
And we can't take a step without it
But what happens to us when we step in it?
It's a baptism contemplated by few, I think
Water under the bridge is where it should be
But over the dam is not part of the plan
To confuse the two is something we do
But controlling it's not the province of man
The water will do what it's meant to do
Whether brown, or green, or crystalline blue
Sometimes when it's deep it almost looks black
And when it gets angry we've learned to stay back
Clear water's the type that looks so inviting
We boil it and spoil it and use it for fighting
We tame it as much as we've power to do
But water will seek its own level it's true
We live on it and in it but when the day's through
We can't live without it or we're what is through
---------------------------------------------------
Was Athena responsible for contemplative thought?
Or just born in a place where it was carefully taught?
So many deep thinkers we revere to this day
And thoughts we still think about come into play
I think it not likely an accident there
Where gods and kings got in each other's hair
Classicists oft give way to classism
Elite thought the way of elitists and schism
It's all Greek to me and it was to them, too
But the water that changes men came from a Jew
Where olives again played a pivotal part
His words intended to cause thought from the heart
The water he used and the water he sought
Were both meant to cause us all deeper thought
And the water he used from the head to the feet
Provides us a cleansing, a comfort complete
With water that lives in all those who will think
With their heart as well as with what they might drink
It's water that cleanses heart, head, and feet
Under what's built between us, a bridge where they meet
The concept of time is an elusive dream
The concept of thought in time more elusive
Since i overcame the space time constraints
And followed a path ordained from the start
..Paid they thirty cents of coins to the betrayer
Thirty cents and my Savior was uplifted
Hanging on that cross moving time eternity..
That Rabbi sacrifice changed everything
And Silas once more was able live again
Silas once more was able to abide by time
. ...I will call you my servant Silas
I will subdue nations before you
I will loose the amour of kings
So that gates will not be be shut
I will go before you...
They paid thirty cents and Rabbi the Elect of God
Picked up that rugged cross and bore the burden
Oh RABBI there on that cross time stood still..
As atonement was made for past, future and present
....As the throne of mercy was revealed and the elect
Gained entry.. Hard was my lot when i lived
By the tents of Kedar...
Taking another route
As the Lord had granted him
Means and ends to all paths
And to be a guidance to they
Who lack not in patience
Moving through the eastern gate pass
Taking the very path of dawn
Arriving traveler at the throne of mercy
Thirty cents of coins paid and my master
Breathed his last saying its over
My ancestors believed witches had magic
My ancestors worshiped a golden calf
I'm embarrassed, such folly is tragic
I shake my head and have to laugh.
Today between females and males there are no lines
We say we can surgically change either side
We can power our cities on wind turbines
And Israel's guilty of genocide.
We can always squeeze more from the rich
We know there's always money to burn
No hurdle, no obstacle, no hitch
40 trillion debt, no need for concern.
So we're so much smarter than those shepherds in the rocks
They worked for their money, thought nothing was free
Fought off invaders, and tended their flocks
Could they have been closer to reality?
Taharah (Hebrew)
The Empty Tomb
Sunday morning they went to the tomb
And found it empty and felt gloom
“He is risen,” they were told
And even then, they were not bold
But what of the purpose of their mission?
To anoint the body, is the admission
But why anoint rotting flesh?
The purpose of anointing, to keep the smell fresh
As a body was carried to its end
The deceased did not wish to offend
Spices were placed on the rotting flesh
So while passing people, it would smell fresh
This would disgrace the newly deceased
Something to prevent, in the Jewish mid-east.
So this very act is nothing more
Than a plot device, a literary chore
To have the tomb discovered bare
So that followers would not dispair.
But now we have another err
That is rarely laid to bare
Women would never clean a male
Only men could receive that hail
And if they did, a strong bewail
Women cleaned only the female dead
A task that men would never tread
So when you hear these tales disagree
It matters not whether the numbers agree
For the story itself could never have been
Nothing more than a literary scene.
The following verse is the result of an email exchange I had with Rabbi Tovia Singer. He admitted, in an email to me, that he knew he was telling a false tale. But he never bothered to inform his listeners of the source being World News Daily (WND), known to publish false claims. The chariot wheels story is known male bovine excrement.
Tovia Singer, a rabbi of fame,
Is known for his Christianity claim,
That it’s a fraud and just not true,
And believing it is bad to do.
He talks of Jesus and the apostle Paul,
And show us how they’re off the wall.
He uses history and archaeology,
To demonstrate their false mythology.
But when it comes to his own belief,
He runs from the facts like a guilty thief.
When asked about archaeology disagreeing,
He talks softly, stammers, from the topic he’s fleeing.
I think the term hypocrite applies,
To this man who also tells lies.
He told a story about the Red Sea,
And Pharoah’s chariots catastrophe.
That wheels were found under the water,
After God allowed this slaughter.
World News Daily, the source of this news,
A journal well known for printing false views.
And when told of the source, he said he didn’t care,
And also stated that he was aware,
That the story was just a plain fake,
So trust this man at your own sake.
So it seems that rabbis really do lie.
Just more bull from a fake good guy.
He had the book which God wrote
To read it, his life he did devote
Based on faith, not on proof.
Pursuing what he thought was ultimate truth.
Commands and divine rules for living,
Rules of fighting and forgiving,
What man should eat, what man should wear
When a believer should not cut his hair.
He had purpose, he found worth
Divining God's goals on earth
Much time hunched over a book
The forest for the trees, this man mistook.
he looked for hidden layers of meaning, acronyms
Below the straight text, messages within
Going beyond the author's intent
Years wasted, years spent.
I've known believers, but their feet were on the ground
They were free agents, not to a whirlpool bound.
The could drink from a well, but not drown inside
Their book was not a universe, just a guide.
Yes, its interesting what folks did 3000 years ago
But lets keep track since of history's flow
Let's take the best of science and thought
Believe but perceive, don't get caught.
The Third Temple
The other Abrahamic religions have heard,
That the Jews want to build their Temple, Third.
But do they expect thousands of animals to kill,
Just so their god can get His thrill?
We know that God likes the smell of burning meat.
While sitting on the mercy seat,
He watches all His worshippers eat,
While they hope to really accrete.
Think of the traffic that will massively grow,
In just moving animals to and fro.
Not to mention the smell in the air.
Many people will avoid being there.
But what about the PETA crowd?
I imagine them to get quite loud.
And other vegetarians will also swell.
They’re not going to take this well.
Imagine all the animals that die.
Tens of thousands per year. They’ll decry.
Demonstrations, of course, they’re guaranteed.
They will cause chaos and violence and people will bleed.
Fanatics will say it’s all for the need,
To stop the slaughter that they impede.
And what about a diasporic Jew?
What is he expected to do?
Travel to Israel just to be near,
The Temple structure he holds so dear?
Close to his God, enjoying the savor,
And hoping to win more of God’s favor.
They’d be required, three times a year,
To be at the Temple and adhere,
To the rules so they do not veer,
From their God, the one they fear.
If that be the case then I will apply
To own an airline and only fly,
All the Jews who won’t deny,
Their God who never hears them cry.
Amalek is the archetypal enemy of the Jews and the symbol of evil in Jewish religion and folklore. Amalekites represent an "eternally irreconcilable enemy" that wants to murder Jews.
Israel begins a war against Iran
The battle rages on, it seems
The time has come, can wait no longer
Must stop the threats’ unending streams
From Tehran, Middle East warmonger
They’ve added fuel to the fire
And paid big bucks, attack Zion
Atomic bombs prepare, aspire
Their demise begins at dawn
Rise up, the land of lions, roaring
You waited long enough to fight
Stay on the map you must be warring
And ruinous deliver smite
Amalekites, the vicious slayers
Must never gain the upper hand
To answer Jewish fervent prayers
In truly Biblical last stand
No one to know what future’s holding
But let this be a swift defeat
We watch events as they’re unfolding
May Zion’s victory be sweet
June 13, 2025