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Lady moon dressed in black
with star children in your lap
are you mourning for the dead
killed by rapists, murderous thefts
hunting beasts of hiding dark
leaving blood and body parts
by your lamp silently watched?
Is it shame for lustful beds
in your mantle hiding nest:
fornicators child molesters
secret lovers present, past
that at times your whiteness
turns red
blushing crimson like sunset?
If for sun you wane and sigh
why then hide when its splendor,
searching rays of pure bright light,
leave no darkness in which to hide?
Mystery mantle of the night
hiding hope beyond far stars
glory, joy, forever love
mourning moon light.
Chuck and Nancy quite the couple
They work in tandem and speak as one,
Like two fly’s buzzing in unison
Into my space have they now come.
A New York hack and a California dreamer,
Their single purpose to stop me in my tracks,
Just when the nation needs my talent most,
All I hear from them are quacks.
There’s a national emergency
With heathens at our gates,
Rapists, robbers and molesters,
The basest form of life’s primates.
But my wall will stop them,
To protect us all,
For them to try and block it
Takes truly quite some gall.
The fight’s not over,
I’ll win this yet,
Upon the outcome
You can now bet.
Our darling lovebirds
Need watch the sky,
As this great eagle
Comes swooping by!
Pedagogy
Many schools were built possibly at the time when labor was in power, It was vital to bring education to the masses, but since it was not learning centers for the elite
The buildings were built as cheaply as possible.
It was said the material used had a duration of thirty years, this was as long as any politicians dared to think
about the future and they safely retired and
knighted for services to the nation.
Schooling is alpha, We know that education is a must, but generally speaking, too much of it and people inquire
about policies, people with education also want to have a say in how things are run.
Qaddafi´s Libya is a prime example, under his rule
scholarship was free also, university education abroad where they were taught the concept of democracy.
Coming back to Libya, the new elite demanded liberty and free election, since this was not forthcoming they revolted in the name of equality for the people
Upon hearing this NATO came, sided with the freedom loving revolters and Qaddafi was murdered.
But the new elite was not interested in liberty what they wanted was unlimited power and money.
Today, Libya is a failed state run by child molesters and
slave traders.
Forgive all the lofty sins his ancestors did,
Forget their worship of carvings lifeless and mute,
And show compassion to the African child;
Supply his daily bread and enough to drink,
Cloth his nudity and shoe to cover his feet,
And give him hope and help him think
Of tomorrow, and dreams adequate to accomplish a feat;
At least to end his ancestors lethargy.
Defend him against the spite of this tyrannical world;
Smite all that deny him bread
And blight any that may make sport of his low estate;
Strike with fright and numbing dread
All that may rejoice in his fate.
Paralyze with lightning his haters and molesters,
Deafen with thunder that block his feeble course;
Incapacitate with leprosy all despotic masters
That enslave his muscle and sinew.
Hear Lord this my prayer for the African child
His suffering alleviate that it be a little mild;
All that increase it I pray you torment all the more,
And I'm your faithful servant Hannington Mumo!
Form:
...The blame lies most on the teachers,
all hell-bound to indoctrinate,
openly praising socialism,
don’t even bother hiding their hate!
They preach of using the system
to bring about their 'better world,'
then fill our kids with mindless crap,
theories that make good people hurl.
And for those in doubt about this,
think back to summer, 2020,
the riots that killed three-dozen,
burned down and hollowed our cities,
look back at the arrest records,
how many were ‘educators,’
it’s a frightfully large number,
and it leaves me rather disturbed.
These are the people teaching kids,
the same who hate their people in full,
No wonders our kids are ruined,
uncurious, brainwashed, and dull.
All protected by big unions,
laws that keep them from being sacked,
and protecting countless pedos
who in just worlds would get the rack.
They don’t talk about that secret,
molesters sent to ‘rubber rooms,’
people who should be fired and jailed,
protected from meeting their doom.
The amount of this stuff in schools,
the predators with designs dark
makes the sh-t with the Catholic church
look like a nice walk in the park.
If Covid has proved anything
it has made clear to countless folk
that their kids don’t need public schools,
much of what they teach is a joke.
Better to homeschool your children,
far greater results for their mind,
taught by people who value them,
flexibility for their time.
The statistics are evident,
the morality much improved,
better people, better thinkers,
less angry teens, violent and lewd.
If it means one parent can’t work
that’s a sacrifice you should make,
our greatest task in this lifetime
is to raise up a person that’s great.
And if you still cannot do this,
find private schools or religious,
free of the woke teacher’s unions,
they are still not a total loss.
You brought a life into this world,
there’s no future without good men,
don’t send you kids to public schools,
you’ll only be ruining them.
How many times must a scripture be read to us?
So many ways they suck em in to follow and trust.
We're led to believe that heaven is made of gold.
I say heaven is without don't trust what they`ve sold.
The purest of hate, most evil is Wiccan turned catholic black in red.
The weak, the blind, the burning glazed in dread.
All sheep follow the next, like that life of a drone.
The simple mind cannot help itself if it`s left all alone.
The priest, the pope, the father's, and every single bishop.
A fact them fu*kers spread suffering, I've had enough.
No longer can I just sit and have faith in a holy religion.
There's one thing I know, and that`s they have never given...
A holy father, or a graceful joyous place.
My mind expansion is like that of cosmic outer space.
Misplaced every single person that I loved that has died.
I know cuz I've tried, and tried and have only cried.
Most times I was wretched in my life.
But I was awakened so I'd realize such strife.
How many fathers would kill their own son with such brutal torture just to be a God.
Surely you must find this interesting, wicked, and odd.
You should look harder when there's much more mayhem.
Why do you continually contribute and constantly pay him?
The same song for 7411 years.
Is so weird, as the sight of the Seer`s
How many times can the same story be the savior of man.
Every age span gives life the same fu*king hand.
I've been to the place of my real grace,
It is not what you think.
It took lots of time,
It tore the deepest of pain.
For me to vomit the master of the my insane.
Took it all in then realized my misguided path of destruction.
They perform black magic under these cathedrals of corruption.
It was me who was wrong to have been so disarrayed.
Where was your God each and every time a child or woman was betrayed.
By a church of child molesters and the torturous murders of women throughout it`s entire existence,
There`s an absence of god`s love and his power he displayed Egypt, no interjections like exodus with no interference nor his holy assistance .
(07/20/11)
So much bad news- about children being abused.
What kind of thoughts can go thru a molesters mind
Don’t they know they’ll be caught with time.
Do you know how many children have run away
Because in their house they could not stay.
At the time they think that the streets are their escape
But they don’t know that predators sit and wait.
They offer you food, a roof, and a bed to sleep
Once they get you - you’re in trouble deep.
They will tell you that you have no value, no worth
You’ve never been loved since your birth.
They’ll tell you that the only thing that you can do
Is give a sexual favor or two.
You have no money- no food
Just the clothes on your back
Against you the cards have been stacked.
No education and no place to live
What can you offer- what do you have to give.
They’ll say anything to get control
They want to own you body and soul.
Go to your local churches, or the YMCA
If they can’t help you, they’ll recommend a way.
There are places that you can go
Where they can help you- more than you know.
One of these is called “COVENANT HOUSE”
Helping boys and girls of all ages
Knowing each child has gone thru different stages.
A roof, a bed, food to eat
You can finally get off the streets.
They can help you turn your life around
And no more being put to the ground.
Giving you self respect, and it gets better yet.
A place where there is love abound
This is the place that many have found.
Many had to get out of an abusive family situation
But the streets is not your salvation.
There are kids younger than you
What do you think they’ve gone through.
Use the strength and knowledge
that you have gained
To help others of the same.
Night undresses the city
her warts and gaping wounds
the stench of her river of stale urine…
Swollen feet wrapped
in rags of sweat and onion
pretending to make a living
in the cathedral of no communion
of pimps and whores who prowl
the very streets where
slick suits of daylight
whored just hours before
of alleycats and strays
who dare not yowl
or claw
by light of day …
Darkness, too, innocent love sequesters
~ one back-alley stairway up
from child molesters
PARTS AND COUNTERPARTS
scrawled on the blackboard jungle, a mural
of profanity – pronouncing women’s names,
their parts and counterparts. reality creeps
from the verminous city streets. the mundanity of
laying out private jewels as a juxtaposition,
where silk and careful hands of morality are much kinder
and richer. but humanity takes hold of a fair lady’s dress,
tearing it off, shredding the human form to pieces,
leaving it drowning, cut off, creating the volcanity of a whore.
of this insanity is born the fatality of our newborn, with
no need for formality. the brutality of drug dealers and
youth molesters pulls the innocents down into the sewers.
they sense, they know, something is not right, but their fingers
slip, their feet cannot grip the slimy pit that drags them down
down
down
no one hears their cries for help. smoke like fog swirls around
their sacrificial heads. their eyes bleed with blue breaths.
the inanity and anonymity of their broken lives unbearable.
the mentality of cobblestone above their shattered roof, flowing
with the vitality of gold, silver and diamond luxury. a boy, a girl
can hear the click of red heels, the laughter of freedom, just out of reach.
he screams, “no, come back!”
she screams, “someone hear my cries, before i die!”
urbanity, so at ease. no one sneeze. no address of poor kindling tied
to the monster’s altar, where malicious eyes and tongues squeeze out laughter.
1/23/2017
Silent One’s Word Challenge Contest
#Another_Pastor_viral
Ancestors exchange grave turning with Christ, shame and tabooed, religion painted, men claiming and looting from the poorer, shaming and tainting the believe
From calling themselves pastors to now, prophets, revelation has foretold, the time is now, the show on play, everything sounds and look unreal, on this audience seat I'm crippled by disbelief, I keep not waking from this nightmare, how I wish I could
Churches from prayer houses to prey dens, pastors from men of God to monsters and predators. Greed and fame blind folding faith and religion, safety and human dignity flushed down the drain
Everyday, everywhere women and girls perpetrated, wolves in white collars and fancy suits.
Churches downgraded from prayer houses, to molesters hubs, from sacred places to gambling stalls, from faith homes to wickedness labs
What has the Christian fraternity became? My toddler asks. Fear creeps in, my tongue twist, words fail to represent my shattered respond,
safe places on earth have ran out, nowhere is ever safe in this world,
Hell drew near and your flames engulf us all, humanity has perished, life no longer matters, this land has been profaned, blood in innocent hands of innocent
Death take us all, you our last hope, for hope in this hopeless world has been hopeless, a hopeless nation, in hopeless world , all leading a hopeless life into a hopeless tomorrow, this is too much,
end of the world please rush, the waiting has been way too painful to endure.
Another pastor viral
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