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The trade
Production
Needs
Communication
The international
The channel
Transportation
All causing
The environment pollution
So much for the industrial
The revolution
Parameters
Of buisness
Regulation
Nature of buisness
Taxes
Registration
To law obstruction
What presents
This dam
Computer Science
Figures
The system
Paths of the products
Sources to the ocean
And purpose
Of existence
May determined be
For value in the schemes
Of integral
For real values
Of mankind this
For me
The legacy
The layers of tectonics
The weird lists of goods
Commodities
And most
The lack of proper logic
Judging statements
The loss of literacy
Sense and point is lost
The capability
To building proper
Sentence
The strings that have some slightly
Longer lengths
Persuading shall them be
Some kind of incentive
Or government producing shall be
Regulation acts
Manipulations of the market share prices
Secret agendas of concealed the gains
The psychopathic the so called the power
And their trade talks
The thunder
Lightning
Brief the pause
And then it rains
What if it's neither
The democracy
Nor the republic
Bipolar the society
That always polarized in two the parts
And choices
And decisions
Might be implications
I am mostly kinda into the world of arts
So much for artificial intelligence
That cannot build the proper causal sense
In favor of the tactic addresation
Oh isn't it some sorts of revelation
Some irony
Perhaps
Satirical depictive illustration
Yes, sir
In order to achieve the what
Where lost we real point of preservation
And had we won if we would say
We fought
We fought the bot?
Or had we fought the app
It's either or
The entropy of many unrequited
The system isn't transformational
It's bore
New phenotypes of humans
Aren't attractive
For species theirs the development
For me
I am waiting for the when we start applying real judgement
And automatic generations drop
In favor of limit
Limits of learning thus
Pursue shall the some kinda purpose
The giro of the floating point shall exist
I am sorry I was out for a second
What have I missed?
Wisdom came from the East, not the west. Who will give the West a cup of wisdom, maybe the East?
The West had a great opportunity to change the world and make it a better place, but pride and pomposity got in the way.
Western hypocrisy is a source of social disharmony in the world. They preach peace, but they create chaos. They preach democracy but they promote tyranny.
They say they are democratic but how can a colonialist and slave master be democratic?
If they are democratic why send weapons to Gaza to kill women, children, and innocent men?
If they are democratic why create satanic organisations like World Bank and IMF that suppress the poor Nations of the global?
If there are democratic why do they plunder resources of other nations with impunity?
If they manufactured racism and operation, how can they be democratic?
If there are democratic why do they force their culture and modernisation on other nations?
If they are democratic why do they interfere in the affairs of other nations?
If there are democratic why is it that their economies were built on fraud and not critical thinking?
If they are democratic why do they sponsor Wars and terrorism around the world?
If there are democratic why are they sponsoring genocide in the Middle East?
If they are democratic why can't they leave Africa alone but plotting against African day and night and stealing its resources for centuries now?
If they are democratic why do they create poverty and conflict around the world?
If they are democratic why is it that their help and support comes with strings attached?
The West they will never learn from their own mistakes. They are like children who never grow!
Is the Western hypocrisy of human or devil?
They built their influence on the wooden Towers of lies and manipulations. Now it is collapsing.
Western hypocrisy "Rest in eternal peace!"
By Chanda Katonga
Perhaps most people would prefer a free and open society.
But God forbid that I should DAMPEN anyone's spirit
or BLEMISH someone's VISAGE by exposing some
PERNICIOUS manipulations of a few fraudulent people.
Must I dare TREAVERSE another's 'rights to indifference'?
Nevertheless, standing at the SENTRY post on yesterday, I observed
free ENTERPRISE in a most unusual way. There were no hands barred,
a free-for-all survival of the fittest like 'robber barons' reinvented, or like
before anti-trust laws. Business transactions, 'the buyer beware type',
were being made by ASTRAL citizens "from somewhere out there".
102020PSCtest, Eight Word Challenge 11, John Hamilton.NA
And when it ends suddenly, unexpectedly,
You start to count.
First on the days, then the hours - then
Just counting until 100
Then
Beginning again.
The dead find their faces
The living count faces
Then most forget
Unless the face has your DNA in it,
But you remember the body bags
Being moved around in the night,
The nurses crying,
The lies being spread,
The excuses,
The obfuscation,
The blundering incompetence
Of bureaucracy and officialdom.
The elderly kept in deathcamps
that used to be nursing homes.
The grinning mayors
And governors.
It’s going away now.
Less and less each day.
It’s going away now
It’s going to a place
Where the living cannot find it
It’s going away now.
And suddenly you are very angry
About the stupid shut-ins and the shut-downs,
The politicization of tragedy.
The muddled and slanted statistics
The ridiculous projections,
The false data.
The contradictions and bluster.
The draconian regulatory and government
Sponsored power grabs.
The gagging and intimidation
Of workers.
The trashing of basic freedoms
People
Jailed,
Fined,
Harassed.
The banning's.
The right to collectively worship denied,
Peaceful protest denied.
Businesses forced into bankruptcy.
The unemployment
The waste.
And destruction.
The sundering of families,
The needless school closures,
The suffering that led
To clinical depression and drug overdoses,
The disdain of those
Who rejected commonsense remedies.
The manipulations
And machinations,
All the willing useful fools
Chorusing together to tread down
Democracy.
The grinning talking heads
Who doctored the news.
The attacks and the cancelling
Of those who begged to differ.
Dissenters labeled conspiracy theorists.
The cover-ups:
Gain of function.
GAIN OF FUNCTION.
The dumb mantra of the ignorant
Demanding we 'follow the science'
But the science was wrong
The scientists lied
They lied.
They all knew
AND THEY LIED!
And I am still counting
In case it returns
And I have a lot more things to count,
Lots more to tally and be made
ACCOUNTABLE.
A women scorned I am..
Lies..
Betrayal..
Infidelity..
Manipulations..
Of which is..
Was once the love of your life..
Your beloved..
Love existed
Honesty existed
Respect existed..
A burning pain races through my entire body..
Firing burning pain..
A scorching hot fire ignites..
Flames so high..
When may I extinguish these painful burning fires of pain?
Intense it is..
I once had a burning desire..
A burning desire..
To live in sacred union..
A sacred union of unconditional love for one another..
Burning desire came into fruitation...
We were one..
Now..
The burning pain remains..
The fire no longer ignites..
As the flames to the fire are no more..
Sacred union dissipates..
All is gone..
A woman scorned I am..
Pain persists..
Wounded like a wild animal..
X (formerly Twitter) now reveals the country or region where accounts are based, as part of an effort to improve the integrity of the platform
The Twitter's land swept by emotion
The revelations hit like tide
In what we call mankind’s ocean
It’s just got harder to lie and hide
Such simple step, disclose location
Of mouth shooting nonsense off
Long overdue, stops world’s fixation
On lies, deceit, coercion, scoff
It will go on, of course, forever
Just little less, protecting truth
Manipulations ceasing never
But everyone is now a sleuth
They live in Asia somewhere
Yet post the news as from New York
Inflaming passions, brightest flare
No matter wise man you’re or dork
So, no more Gaza “poor souls”
Who post from London’s noisy bar
Yes, “Texas” girl angst’s full of holes
Wouldn’t spread from Moscow very far
Some ghosts are only making money
Yet others lie, consumed by hate
They’re not benign, amusing, funny
When they impact the others’ fate
Keep down division, fear, defiance
By which the folks are so consumed
Let passions cool, no rocket science
And lift the feel of being doomed
November 25, 2025
EMI LO KAN (It's My Turn)
What is "Emi lo kan"?
It is a selfish assertion,
It connotes one's right,
the selfishness that makes a man
put himself first before his nation.
To put one's ambition and personal interest
ahead of that of the common good...
It's adherence to individuality
rather than positive collectivity.
Do we take TURNS where power is SHARED?
Emi lo kan (It's my turn).
I am next in line!
Whether credible or not credible,
Whether accepted or not accepted
Whether by hook or by crook
Whether by sweat or by blood
Whether by money or by influence
Whether by threat or by manipulations.
Whether by tricks or gimmicks.
Do we accept SELECTION instead of ELECTION?
Emi lo kan (It's my turn)
Herald the voice of a dictator,
The tone of a tyrant.
The song of an enforcer.
The power of a Political wizard.
The declaration of a looter
The audacity of a principality.
But hell has no fury like a woman(hueman) scorned
And the stance of a frustrated masses.
Why should we accept DAMNATION instead of SALVATION?
Mr Emi Lo Kan, its not your damn turn!!
It's our turn (the people) to possess a new Naija????
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? 1st March, 2023.
In the void of my transitional mind,
the aimless scatter-shots of snapshot in kind
finding itheir way.through pokes in the brine.
Saran wrap bindings of biased memories, invent orys,
and tupper-ware leftovers tidings of dreams, kept palatable for the aroaming beasts.
I find the manipulations stirring like mercurial-gravy,
sardonical Last Suppers of my humanity at
the toppings station, insulting.
Where's the variety, where's the if there
is a will there's a way?
Where's the frikkin beef?
I heard that commercial say- (I agree,
where's our defense against the dark arts Teacher
or our non f'd with bandwith to have our say?
;My Atriuk-Consultants,
disappearing, through a buffet line
of suitors for my gun hand-as treason's malignant mercenary gland.
Stranger in a strange clan.
Now every thought is like a remembrance, a
severance to pay for it all.The tying to-me
in Gordian crossroads mocked silverly
by multi directional unabaiting winds
blowing adversarily.
Each pointing "this way you fail !"
"Every which way a noose !"
"This way you fall !"
Of on the loose this way dungeon echoes
a calling as dark corridor Shades
with no true form to call.
The past haunts, the future calls,
lost in the chaos urn, as time falls-
in diminished return,
for the base is nearly full to lay
as a squandored mound of time.
Like shooting stars across the sky,
my dreams flicker, then fade and die?
Searching for purpose, to see what sticks.
I fire all of my rounds at once
In this endless maze of day and night I pace
these walls, like those Demonic Shades,
who chant "hey Jude" and perform "Jude Law"
in Shakespearean play, "There's something about Mary...
whomever target to sway. Come wicked this way s.
But in the darkness, I find a kin-spark
guide in my self defense,
of cheerlead everence in reference to
hope belonging to everyone the same.
A torch in the deepening dark
to saber heroicly for my good name.
Iwill rise from the sullen ashes,
strong and brilliantly bright, aiimless no more,
faith in my sights.
Pull !
Let the scatter shot fall where it may,
I'll carve my path, come what may.
For in the chaos, I see the arts of strength,
the part I play,
I find beauty's confidence and vision
in the facets of my jaded heart,
that maybe I can help the World in some small but
contrite way.
The world of Expectations
Expectations, do – in all likelihood – become frustrations.
They, in their painful anger, do become manipulations,
of both – both the aching heart and the fragile soul
and of the one’s you seem to want to know
and would prefer to show.
So, what one must do , is set them free, let them go
so that the seeds, one needs, in order to sow,
might have a chance – into something – grow.
Expectations, therefore laden the load, hamper creation,
making for uncertainties and difficulties in any situation.
WORDS
Words fly upon gossamer wings of invisible angles,
from sources of universal / internal, unseen energy,
to and through the fragile tips of my crystalline,
clear fingers, like specks of light, fireflies
out of the darkness of my mind, to light up,
- in shades of gray or rainbow colours, bright -
the empty spaces that wait to be filled.
Those pieces, - eight and a half by eleven – of paper,
pages I write, - for the sight of others – of shadows
that are cast upon the retinas of the minds that look,
upon, read, see, understand the essence of this old man.
Dawning of this day has come to us in untarnished,
Salvador Dalí, blues, chaperoned by a blinding glow
– that bright, life sustaining, golden orb radiating down –
giving light to this early mornings life, life in this tiny,
portion of this great blue planet – my multi coloured tomb,
my four cornered room, where loony size orbs , of violet,
indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red orbit, slither,
– in their cloak of rainbow colours – these coloured comets,
their tails streaking across, upon, all-around an ocean
of material objects, objects of historical value,
objects – a visual representations of , pages of my history
basking in the light of beautifully coloured flakes of rainbows,
drifting, rainbow specks, coloured splotches splashed across
the eggshell white bars of this prison I sometimes inhabit,
this tiny little universe washed in history and colours.
This beautifully coloured day was brought to me by crystals,
chipped at – pieces cut away by the hands of artisans –
by the hand of man to allow light – white and clear –
to be refracted, reflecting, releasing to sight, that which
the human eye is unable to comprehend, to see.
Rainbows filled my day – too bad they could not stay.
Then again, that would be asking to much, isn’t that the way ?
B. J. “A ” 2
October 27th 2002
As doubt festers within my heart;
our future's suddenly unclear.
And confronting lies and deceit,
I'm left on the verge of a tear.
An alternate reality
clouded what I refused to see.
For I was infatuated
by the concept that you loved me.
Separate, and yet connected;
I was easily led astray.
And we shared intimate moments,
till betrayal drove love away.
A clash of rival emotions
reigns over desire and fury.
And in the court of hurt feelings,
truth presides as judge and jury.
Despite your manipulations,
I'll miss your charisma and charm.
And yet, I choose to walk away;
before you do any more harm.