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Men and women in blue,
I write this in honor of you.
How you can even leave your
husband or wife?
When a bullet from organized
madmen might take your life?
I have no such courage!
Don't Americans understand?
You are there for their safety!
All of you would aid us right
away, you are not Johnny-
come-latelys.
The anarchists destroying each
wonderful city.
Children die early, a huge crime
and a shameful pity.
Not one professional sports star
ever mentions the innocents' names?
But oh, my, they refuse to play when
a criminal dies, a humungous shame.
The message is very clear to me.
Anarchists, sports stars, take the
knee joyfully to criminal brutality.
My life really does matter to me.
Wake up, Social workers cannot
protect me nor you from cruelty!
America becoming Venezuela,eh,
or worse, Cuba Two?
The blame is in the hands of
those throwing rocks and I loudly
shout " Shame on each of you."
I am no fool,this nation a tapestry
of many nationalities and colors.
You want no peace nor justice!
Just laws your way, total anarchy
And disorder, my brothers!
Martin Luther King, a mensch,
In his grave must be turning!
When watching you loot,burn
and steal....
It has me more than worried,
with my stomach churning!
How dare you burn the Flag of
this country so grand?
As in the Middle East, they
should chop off your hands!
Perhaps both feet, too.
As all decent laws in the USA,
and people's you so ignorantly
eschew!
I have no answers, save this!
Get people out of office who do
support these thugs.
They need far more than a slap
on the wrist.
Arrest them, jail time for sure.
Behind bars they belong, all
these rabid, hate America thugs!
September 4, 2020
2:15pm PST
“Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.” - Martin Luther King Jr.
People can be ignorant and mean,
with hatred acts often obscene.
They don’t like the color of their skin,
or judge if someone is too fat or thin.
We are all descendants from immigrants.
To think we are not, is just plain ignorance.
We all are the same and breathe the same air,
there is no need for violence and despair.
There is a phobia named for this disgrace,
xenaphobia is referred to hatred against race.
A fear of anything foreign or of strangers,
a shame this leads to violence and dangers.
We should all learn from young children,
as hatred has not yet been instilled in them.
What a peaceful world we could all live in,
to not fear race, religion or sexual orientation.
4/30/23
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CHANGE
Need change not change you know,
we Africans need to be united and live together in harmony,
whites and blacks all over the world can be equal,
what is it that is wrong with us?
Hatred,evil minded,jealous that's what we are having,
bad people,drug dealers,robbers and gangs,murders that's
what we are...our government systems are full of corruption
whats wrong people?
lets change,change to the better livings and leave out
our misery and sufferings.
Bob Marley sang for us Africa United,
Nelson Mandela fought for African rights,
Martin Luther King did the same by fighting for a black man's rights,
lets leave out the hatred and doing wrongs then change.
The change am talking about is the change that,
will make us sit on the same table either black,
whites,reds and the whole world in general,
together as one enjoying,working together,
living in the peaceful world,
this could be a better change and its the change am talking about.
so lets start now...
Where would we be without
Martin Luther King?
We would be living
in the biggest lie created by society.
A country with a lower cast
of people that are not
"We the people"
We would not be "United States"
And this would not be a "Perfect Union"
Words only cannot "Establish Justice"
And we would not have had
uninsured "Tranquility"
Martin Luther King "Provided
for the Common Defence"
"Promoted the General Wellfare"
and "Secured the Blessings of
Liberty"
"For ourselves and our Posterity"
and this established a "Constitution"
a claim justified by a group of facts
proving that our original intent
was more than a promise
It was also a prophecy
And these "United States of America"
would lead the world
in the direction of liberty
with justice for all
The Democrats were ready to stop you! I saw and heard them talk to you like garbage!
But here you are about to be sworn in as Secretary of Health and Human Services
I wrote a few years ago about when you were running for president it had so many reads. I wanted to thank especially all those who had the courage to sign it. Thank you. PR.
I was in high scool when your uncle was killed, it made this nation so sad.
The I watched when your father shot, I was very overcome with sadness.
For years the records were a secret and hidden.
But our new President is opening the books, we will find out why your father and your uncle will killed.
And Of course, Martin Luther King….
I though America is going down the hill…well, it was.
I think those days are all over and a peaceful return to America in the world.
We can live and learn, facing the future with God’s love and peace.
Best wisheses to Robert Kennedy!
Director of Homeland Secoritny
2/13/2o25
I don't know what I want to write
But I will write about dependent vs. independent
As our nation is getting ready to celebrate the Fourth of July - our national holiday - Independence Day
I just want to take a moment to reminisce of what happened
and why it's so important that we shouldn't forget this day
We became independent from England through blood, sweat, and tears
So many lives have been lost then and even now
to maintain our level of independence that we now crave
We cannot afford to become dependent on any nations, least of all - ours
We have to depend on God
We cannot be sufficient on our own
God did not make us that way
The minute we say we are
That is when we fall
We have to remember independence means independence from bondage, ties, and restrictions
That is what freedom is all about
God gives us freedom
But He can take it away
If we are not careful
the only freedom we have is from ourselves
We can cultivate freedom
but unless we respect it
it wouldn't be ours
We have to respect the freedom of others
Give them a voice
So that we have a voice
We cannot give something we don't have
Just like they cannot give something they don't have
"Give us freedom or give us death"
You heard that before
It is so precious
We have to treasure it
And unless we know where it is coming from
We are never going to value it
It's from the blood of the men and women
who fight and fought for you and me
It's from the God on high
who is watching over us
We are independent but we are not independent from God
We are dependent but we are not dependent on other man
We will always be dependent but only to the one God - Himself
That is the way He made it
Take care and take heart
Independence is calling you
Rise up to the level He made you to be
"Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last"
It's a quote from Martin Luther King Jr.
Are you free?
FOR THE NEW TORCH BEARERS (REVISITED)
(APROPOS MLK: PART 2)
They voyaged over many tempestuous oceans and seas;
They were pursued in woods by vicious dogs—dogs
Salivating stale slave smells of strange fruits
In hanging trees.
They were hunted, trapped and penned like slimed
Wild hogs.
They waded rivers—buoyed by the bodies of their ancestors;
Footprints left in caked blood on river banks in the golden dawn.
Now here we are; standing in the mist of our debtors:
flaming spirits from the black phoenix’s spawn. We’re now
on the everlasting arm of which the ancestors leaned upon.
We are those of which the ancestors long ago spoke;
We are the dream that sustained them during their bloody ‘buke
and lashing scorn;
We are the moored vision and anchor that strengthen them
with audacious hope.
So come chosen children, everybody gather here around;
Let us sit together—talk and pray for just a little while.
Like papa, keep your eyes on the prize—not on the ground;
Walk well down the blood stained path of freedom’s aisle.
Listen children, the battle is not yet won; there’s still much work
left for us to get done.
Girdle yourselves with that ebony pilgrim’s pride—facing
the rising sun of a new day begun.
Rise up little children and give rebirth to the words
the ancestors said!
Rise up little children and cover yourself with the blood
they have shed!
Rise up little children and rip apart the new veiled shackles
and hidden yoke!
Rise up little children—raising your torches higher
than everlasting hope!
You are the new torch bearers of the dream;
You are today’s Martin Luther King.
FOR THE NEW TORCH BEARERS
(APROPOS MLK: 2)
I have voyaged over many tempestuous oceans and seas;
I have been pursued in woods by vicious dogs,
Salivating stale slave smells left in hanging trees;
Been hunted, trapped and penned like sliming wild hogs.
I’ve waded rivers buoyed by the bodies of ancestors;
My blood has caked on their banks in the golden dawn;
Yet I’m still here; solid like a rock, standing in the mist
Of our debtors;
For I am the flaming spirit from the black phoenix’s spawn
I am that everlasting arm of which the ancestors leaned
Upon;
I am that of which the ancestors long ago spoke;
I am what sustained them during their bloody rebuke
And lashing scorn;
I am the anchor that strengthen them with an audacious
And undying hope.
So come chosen children; everybody gather here
Around.
Let us sit together talking and praying for a while.
Like Papa, let us keep our eyes on the prize; gaze
Not down on the ground.
Raise high your heads: strutting down the blood stained
freedom aisle.
Listen children, the battle is not yet won; there’s still work
left to be done.
Girdle yourselves with an ebony pilgrim’s pride; girt
The rising sun of new days begun.
Rise up little children and give rebirth to the words
The ancestors said;
Rise up little children and cover yourself with the blood
They have shed.
Rise up little children and rip apart the new veiled shackles
And invisible yoke;
Rise up little children, raising your bright new torches
Higher than everlasting hope:
You are the new torch bearers of the dream;
You are the new Martin Luther King.
I am Black, I am loved and I am beautiful
I can believe and I will achieve
Like Martin Luther King you can succeed
All you need to do is believe
Like Jackie Robinson and your fore Fathers,
You can overcome the adversaries and negativity of this world
Like Barack Obama, you can climb the ladder
Just take one step and don't give up
Like Rosa Parks stand firm and strong, you will overcome
Like Nelson Mandela never give up on your dream
You come from a lineage of conquerors, King and Queens
Like the great Lewis Hamilton remain determined and ambitious
You will one day have your hopes and dreams
(Taking headlines from October 1964,
the poem revisits our shared experience ...)
Monday 5: Fifty-Four East Germans Tunnel to Freedom
Back then, it was not in doubt,
(Richard Burton Tony Quinn):
the Wall was there to keep us out?
No – built, in fact, to keep them in.
Thursday 8: Beatles Release “She’s a Woman”
My love don’t give me presents.
East is east and west is west –
Ringo passed his driving test –
Blofeld looks like Donald Pleasence.
Monday 12: The Moog Synthesizer Makes Its Debut
It’s fantastic! It’s so new!
Music made in outer space!
Now we’ll win the missile race!
How we love you, Doctor … Who?
Wednesday 14: Martin Luther King Awarded Nobel Peace Prize
Hypatia, Gandhi, Jesus Christ
and Socrates … he was that good:
and just like them, he knew he would
so very soon be sacrificed.
Wednesday 14: Khrushchev Deposed
Now, here’s a man who really tried.
It’s thanks to him, that Cuba fright
didn’t end in Nuclear Night.
Reward? His thugs brush him aside.
Wednesday 21: My Fair Lady Film Premiere
Can a statue have a heart?
Can what’s vulgar morph to art?
Entertainment as idea?
Tin Pan Alley’s Galatea.
Monday 26: Eric Edgar Cooke Executed, Western Australia
Cleft palate, hare lip.
Bullied here, bullied there.
Mumbling moron, bloody crip.
Then they hang him. Life ain’t fair.
Thursday 29: Audacious Diamond Robbery in New York
Banner headlines in the papers.
Daring crimes, coolest capers.
They’re classy crooks, they’ll fence their loot
in Buenos Aires, or Beirut.
(In the real world, how'd it go?
Look at 31 below.)
Saturday 31: Lyndon Johnson Proclaims the Great Society
Nothing novel, or unique:
his vision was for Uncle Sam
to help the luckless, tend the weak.
One word destroyed him. Vietnam.
Saturday 31: New York Diamond Robbers Caught
Tiffany studs? More Studs L. Terkel.
One rock alone, a hundred grams,
Murph the Surf’s men on the lam:
they didn’t make Columbus Circle.
Saturday 31: Goose Kills Astronaut
Theo Freeman was his name,
test-pilot/astronaut his game.
Ejector seats are not much use
against a full-grown Galveston goose.