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The archangel turned imposter,
sought a rival reign to foster.
Through a scheme steeped in deception,
he received a good reception.
With his hosts of loyal subjects,
his newfound muscle he did flex.
The rebel force was put to rout,
and God from heaven kicked them out.
Banished to earth, seething with wrath,
dead set on his destructive path.
The Devil vowed to ruin man,
and thus, wreak havoc with God’s plan.
He hatched a plan steeped in deceit,
through which he secured man’s defeat.
Since Earth came under his control,
the Devil has been on a roll.
He sowed in man a rebel heart,
so, man an evil course could chart.
The rebel heart caused Cain to sin,
by killing poor Abel, his kin.
Eve hoped for unrestricted choice,
after disobeying God’s voice.
But she became a slave to sin,
and caused the mess mankind is in.
Soon humans became so wicked,
and oh, what crimes they committed.
Man caused the heart of God to grieve,
as to the evil he did cleave.
Rebellion defines Satan’s rule,
Anarchy is his trusty tool.
He stirs up the shootings in schools,
in his domain, violence is cool.
Disrespect for authority
thrives in Satan’s polity.
Might is right, do as you please,
cheat if you must, to live at ease.
The Devil’s domain has no rules,
Man is master, rules are for mules.
All acts are right, there is no wrong
Suppress the weak, exalt the strong.
A vast jungle, an animal farm,
To survive man can do no harm.
This is a glimpse of Satan’s domain,
And how he in his kingdom reigns.
The chaos that in cities reigns,
And violent acts that seem insane.
Men without chests, greedy for gain,
Who inflict on society pain.
Tyrants who rule with iron fists,
Are just the type Satan enlists,
They execute his evil scheme,
To crush those who of freedom dream.
The Devil is not mankind’s friend,
He does not human rights defend.
But one day soon his reign will end,
When Jesus from heaven descends.
To parents,
and other adults of voting age,
in significant responsible relationships
plagued by political abuse
and economic neglect.
We could invest less time and resources trying to discover
if harm came to us,
and those for whom we feel responsible,
because of an impoverished economy
or polarized segregation.
If you're asking,
the answer is yes.
Economic waste on defending
what cannot be responsibly conserved
is the merely logical conclusion
of our way too much LeftBrain-RightWing dominant
dissociation.
Abuse, neglect, marginalization, monoculturalism
elitism, nationalism, chauvinism, evangelicalism, zealotry,
aggressive hostility, assertive apathy, religiosity
of any egocentric and anthropocentric
might-is-right defensive type
Between always right v always wrong identities,
personal and/or geopolitical and/or disinvested economic
neglect of polyculturally positive climate health
Neuro-sexsensory systemic
and ecosystemic
neglect of healthcare responsibility
and lifecare opportunities
to co-empathically liberate dissociative polarization
feeds and breeds
more impoverishing LeftBrain-RightWing
disassociating trauma,
chronic stress,
paranoid
anxious
caste-preservation.
A compassionate
and more pleasant
way of curing in-house v out-house neglect
is to stop competing to disinvest
away from democracy's richer
and healthier potential
Multi-enculturing
as if All Organic Life Matters
were your domestic, everyday
Political/Economic Business As Win/Win Cooperatively Usual.
Those neglected and abused,
whether individual people
or individual nations,
are neglected
by monoculturing anti-social
LeftBrain-RightWing dissociative polarization
Untouched up by neurosystemic
and ecosystemic
Win/Win democratic
mind/body healthcare opportunity.
Those from the Far Right
Aren’t all that bright
They really can’t wait
To peddle their hate
And make people feel uptight.
They stomp around without a care
Furiously waving their flags in the air
Freely attacking migrants on sight
Wrongly believing that might is right
As they demonstrate a Hitleresque flair.
While the poor continue to hurt
Totally fooled by those in Brownshirts
Wage slaves continue breaking their backs
Corporations continue to not pay tax
Oh look there’s another billionaire pervert.
So don’t be fooled by the loudest voices
And be wise when making political choices
They came for the Gypsies, the commos, the Jews
And one day they might even come for you
And the fascists will all rejoice.
Cats-dogs fight - is a common sight,
Each thinks: fighting is their birthright;
As though each exhibits their might,
Or trust in the code: might is right;
Fight is canine story...
Dogs don't harm cats, in real fact,
They throw a sound that seems half-cracked;
Cats maintain their harsh hiss, intact,
In fact, both seem to seal a pact;
Canines have their glory...
Predator dogs feel merriment,
Fleshy cats, to experiment;
Dogs stare, for cats, is worriment,
In them, is hidden, dark cerement;
Doesn't it seem gory...?
Who is great, truly, who is small?
In the house, where they, often, loll;
This query when grows very tall,
The killer instinct, in them, crawl;
This story is hoary...
When it is not tittle-tattle,
When it comes to real battle;
When both, in annoyance, rattle;
Both turn stronger than tough cattle;
Story turns vainglory...
23 March 2022
Shadow black blood floods flow silently wailing in whirlpools
Volcanoes of endless enmity erupt with vengeance.
It's not humanness. Here, the mores of 'might is right' rules
Against routing quagmires, lotus buds fight for transcendence.
We shake hands like friends while minds float on clouds of fraudulence.
Amidst rocking crowds in digital sounds, we feel alone.
Wearing torn costumes of cleaved conscience, we seek vigilance.
Weeds of weariness spring up, wherefrom seeds of smiles are sown.
Like weak rams, we follow the rushing crowds to hit someone.
Who do we want to hit? Why do we want to? No one knows.
We make weapons and enable our young ones fight for fun.
Roots of truth hidden, falsehood from friendship flawlessly flows.
Why is each one who toils not the owner of their wages?
Why don't we end all dead ends that prevent our pilgrimages?
Silence hum as Wisdom continues to watch
How labels are given to colour, gender and merit.
How voices of freedom are a stifled arch
Where Pride is human inability to inherit.
When harvest don smiles severing poverty and pride
and logic fidget with Weather’s mischievous pranks,
Then determined to save, generations rush to stride,
Distances long with magic on Earth’s secular ranks.
Close to nature Charity devise means and ways
To provide for distressed couples expecting a soul.
To step in aid for those empty stares that lay
Longing for a life, for a few grains in bowls.
As media sets Parliament talks to tune
Where bills are discussed, for elections to run
Fevered favours cast here and there
Prejudice documents, how some always have fun.
Families cease to exist, living becomes a curse
Might is right and Honesty bows to pounds.
Agony a blessing; it sets the heart to nurse----
Feelings finally find, solace in burial grounds.
Thought and imagination fight logic in class
Borrowed notes get shared with bribes.
Those with backbones complain and fuss
At the systems that surrender to a defunct tribe.
To each his own, no matter what.
One carries on with innovative zest.
Life is right when brains and beauty dart
Masses pay tribute to those who are blessed.
Libraries are made available at a click
A switch on remote pressed, is a farmer’s joy
Work in tons, get done without risk
Machines replace men if that’s not a ploy.
Tools and techniques in regions and states
Get the golden touch for AI’s sake,
Money goes digital, and beings are baits
Life in a machine, life’s all a fake.
If one has the power to hold the reigns
Implore divinity to proliferate signs
of pardon when evil no longer feign
Innocence which mask control in mines.
Earth eventually will see peace prevail,
No gun will fire doomsday mourns---
Peppered tastes will grow thin and sail
And love will design life’s sojourns.
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The stern sun frowns and mocks
At the hide and seek of creatures sly
In the dunes of the wide sandy stretch ;
One chases the other with survival shocks ,
While the wheeling winged vultures fly,
Viewing the supine, torn and scattered wretch
Being bitten or pecked in wild hunger,
With grunts and screeches to feel stronger .
The arid air greets the cacti hostile,
And the invisible , bleary blanket of heat
Envelopes, scorching and parching all through
The land of dying hope and dead smile ;
No shelter nor a hide anyhow to retreat ;
In light or in the dark , every meek move
Finds anxious uncertainty haunt with disdain,
Leaving no choice : breathe or abstain .
An awful aroma and fragrance dense
Fills the woodland and the thicket thickset ;
Whispering leaves and the avian melody
Back up the anxious roars, and chatters intense ;
Any venture ends up in sigh and fret ;
Living is reduced to a receding parody ;
Might is right, and success a chance ,
And futile, pangs flow in resonance .
Round the lake is the overgrown greenery --
A meadow of reeds and creeper- brace
Looking over the peeping lilies that smile ;
The large remnant mirrors the cosmic scenery
To make up for the missing trace --
A little domain to live in , the while ;
The spell of croaks and chirps in tune
Enlivens it's own ethos with the croon.
The cruel and crafty hunters of prey,
Wait to pounce on creatures indolent ;
Often the seeker is sought unawares as victim ;
And the run goes on night and day,
With a blend of action and reaction silent ;
No order nor method prim : just so grim !
The realm with space and possession is null ,
The impulsive spirit of life goes dull..!
We Are
By Franklin Price
3/30/2015
We are who we purport to be
The ones you see in front of thee
We may not be to us you see
The ones that you want us to be
We present from deep within
The who we are or may have been
The same or not our acumen
To acquaintance family or friend
You never know just who we are
A mask we wear a window bar
To each we open just so far
Ourselves our egos not to mar
A fragile fortress in the fight
Someone's beacon in the night
Showing some that might is right
All of these within our sight
If we choose there's honesty
For some that's simply not to be
The choice is ours for you and me
We are what we make us to be
In the course of predator and prey, there's a constant fight.
Amidst wild beasts, there's the rationale of might is right.
The might overpowers the weak. Vice is bound by virtue.
The enslaver is enslaved by you. Laurels are your due.
Deceit and fraudulence are weapons of the opponent.
Plunder and loot of hearts are parts of his soul's component.
Though guards his house fully armed, are his life and mammon safe?
His stronghold, by the stronger, should not waste into a waif.
Satan and strong man, you had put into the same balance.
Stronger was your sacred strength, which was beyond all malice.
Grasp of the strongman Satan's got smashed in your stamina.
Vesting the weak and wrecking the strong were your phenomena.
Fully armed, in his own house, could Satan win over you?
Word by word and deed by deed, you dazzled him through and through.
Like two sides of a musical drum or a coin,
Each story has two sides; they, ultimately, join;
This applies to the truth of immortality,
Though, physically, this isn't normality...!
As seeds of an apple spring up, though flesh decays,
So too, I hope, human soul lives on for long days;
Flesh-form though dies and mixes with the mud of earth,
Spirit passes to the other world, full of mirth...!
Though none has seen these spirits living anywhere,
Religions assure their existence far, somewhere;
Millions and millions from universe, thus, have gone,
As per the beliefs, to a blessed, sacred zone...!
I imagine, all these staying endlessly, here,
Sure, the very idea causes in me fear;
Is the earth huge enough to hold these creatures, well?
Won't the ones arrive newly find this ill-packed hell...?
Will all resources be available to all?
Won't poverty, hunger and thirst grow stout and tall?
Won't humans, like furious street dogs, for food, fight?
Won't beings, follow the policy: might-is-right...?
There won't be, surely, fear of death, heaven and hell,
Yet, will mundane daily life, flow flawlessly well?
Won't deathless-state, my duties merrily postponed?
Would I, to my commitments to others, respond...?
Fearlessness to death might give me time to complete,
Any task, with depth and dedication concrete;
Yet, won't lethargy and dullness induce my mood?
And, won't endlessness sluggishness within me brood...?
Life should be short; I should enjoy its every stage,
Death should not abruptly call me before old-age;
Yet, will hanging around, here on earth, realize,
My dream of going beyond the limitless skies...???
19 April 2022
If I Were Immortal Poetry Contest
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