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Iran's leader was our friend
but Zealots forced his rule to end.
Now Iran joined our fervent foes
The Jihad tree sends out roots and grows.
Then there was Afghanistan.
We got dragged into war in that deadly land.
They had hosted Al Qaeda, practicing how to slay.
Killed 3000 U.S. civilians in one fall day.
We went to war in Iraq too
We thought we'd be welcome, Bush had no clue.
Many turned against us, a bitter hard war.
Many voices here say - what were we fighting for?
Islamic state took sex slaves, also crucified.
beheaded if you're lucky, if not, burned alive.
In the power vacuum, they took a chunk of Iraq.
Eventually, temporarily, we beat the Jihad back.
We'd been fighting in Afghanistan for 20 years,
On paper we were strong, but reality jeers.
So Trump said, “Time to call it done,”
And Biden said, “The war is won.”
We withdrew our troops, doomed people fell off our planes.
It was like Vietnam all over again
And today Al Qaeda camps sprout there, for them no fears.
Could we have stayed, could we keep losing soldiers for years?
“We’ll watch from far" said Biden "over horizon sight,”
He said we'd look out for each woman’s right.
But girls can’t go to school anymore, nor walk alone—
Nobody believes our politicians, we turn tail and go home.
In Christian Lebanon, now Hezbollah rules
An Islamic State graduate took Syria, trusted only by fools.
In Mali now, Al Qaeda looks to win
Three times the land of California, the tide is coming in.
Nigerian leaders minimize a slaughter to cloak
In ten years' time you'll see the same land, different folk.
I've just scratched the surface, to be candid
Recall Mozambique, Christian island, till Jihadists landed.
You say, “So what? that's all far away,
They live their lives a different way.”
But that's what we thought, until airliners flew
Through our skyscrapers, the Pentagon too.
Now you might argue "America First" to keep out is best.
But you might not understand reasons for conquest.
I certainly don't want to be in the first combat wave.
I don't want endless wars, or an early grave.
I don't want to fight totalitarians, just live my life, lots to do
But though we're not interested in war, war may be interested in you.
We have enough problems here, in fact they grow worse every day
Can we stand up to enemies, I wouldn't bet that way.
FOR THE BOYS TO MEN OF MOZAMBIQUE
(APROPOS CONDOMS FOR PEACE)
PRESCRIPT:
The tinted thin twisted twine
hued with the colors of sunshine
wraps around the cold blown latex
creating full balls to kick away the pain.
Happiness is a child’s game
chasing away the pangs of hunger
lingering in the abdominal gas chambers.
Forced smiles starve off reality. The weavers weave.
Hope hangs in woven webs of nightmares blowing
in the dusty winds of barren fields of dreams.
PRELUDE:
The mirage of food fades; the skies crack;
parachuting condoms blanket the parched fields:
POSTSCRIPT:
Today the world cup overflows;
Perpetual balls of blue fly everywhere;
But food is disqualified and is denied entrance.
New balls.
Same old game.
Wars and pain remain.
O Lord my God!
Is there no shame!
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.
That chilly night in Bucharest
As I lay down in my bed to rest
Torrents of thoughts assailed me
Avalanche of questions tore my heart apart
As I reminisced over the events of previous days
I felt the world moving in collective dementia
As disasters and heinous crimes of every shade
Broke minutely to confound the troubled world
Scores of souls roasted in the belly of Ethiopian whale
Worshipers pulverized on the altar of extremism in New Zealand
Furious flash floods kill and displace in Indonesia Papua
Cyclone Idai hitting hard in Zimbabwe and Mozambique
Man is endangered in his natural domain
By his daily contrivances for gain
His garden must be cultivated with better care
To produce trees where every bird can perch freely.
It sat on Miss Ruth's desk, a sphere of intrigue and wonder.
'Twas a globe that in my reveries I'd gaze at and ponder.
It depicted marvelous vistas that seductively beckoned me,
And lit a fire in my youthful soul for places I yearned to see!
How my free spirit longed to escape her penetrating eyes,
And sail upon the foamy seas or soar thro' pristine skies,
To mysterious far-away lands of which I could only dream.
The globe hypnotized me as it basked in the sunlight's beam.
Ah! To scale the heights of Mount Fuji in beautiful Japan,
Or travel the rugged Khyber Pass in mysterious Pakistan.
To glide past ancient, majestic castles on the River Rhine,
Or visit holy places where Jesus walked would truly be devine!
I daydreamed about a safari to the nation of Mozambique;
I pined to see Mount Pelee Volcano on the Isle of Martinique.
The Egyptian Pyramids along the River Nile I must also see,
And Holland's windmills, tulips and its famed Zuider Zee!
What exotic places Casablanca, Istanbul and Athens must be!
And I want to see the lovely islands of the Caribbean Sea.
With glazed eyes I'd fantasize about world-wide expeditions,
'Til she'd wake me from my trance with scorching admonitions!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
It all started interestingly
Until the arrival of Mr. Lecturer
Then there comes the boredom of the four walls
Looking back, all heads on the table
It looked like they were praying
Little did I know they were sleeping
Out of the boredom of the four walls
It all started interestingly
And indeed very romantic
And highly fantastic
Not until you suddenly turned a dove
As gentle as a sheep
What happened to you?
I have no idea
Suddenly the bubbling love city
Turned a graveyard
Hmmmm…the boredom of love city
Visitation to the other room
Used to be very interesting
Different day comes with different styles and position
Being a “Barca” fan used to be fun
As “Dog” used to be our favorite pet
When you suddenly turned a “Missionary”
I have no idea
Beating Chelsea became inevitable
As you became Nigerian politics
Static in one position
The fun then then turned boredom
The boredom of the other room
It started interestingly
With the spirit of Matriculation in the air
First year was awesomely interesting
Angola and Mozambique hall were so fun
Until part 2 and above
When nothing seems interesting again
But the anticipation of FYB moment
The boredom of School
Boredom is not good
So if it is getting boring
Don’t give up trying
Make it interesting
At all cost without hurting
Because...
Boredom can be frustrating
To see shooting stars,
There must be two conditions,
Look at the night, the sky,
Believe in shooting stars,
I only saw the Big Dipper,
I saw in Greenland, one summer,
I saw some in Guatemala,
On the shores of Mozambique,
Last night, I didn’t see any,
A third condition is missing,
The most important of the three,
That someone loves you,
Darling, have we dreamed too much.
Pour voir des étoiles filantes,
Il faut bien deux conditions,
Regarder la nuit, le ciel,
Croire aux étoiles filantes,
Je n’ai vu que la Grande Ourse,
J’ai ai vu au Groenland, un été,
J’en ai vu au Guatemala,
Sur les rives du Mozambique,
Cette nuit, je n’en ai pas vu,
Il manque une troisième condition,
La plus importante des trois,
Que quelqu’un vous aime,
Chérie, avons nous trop rêvé.
At a place where life is tested by things out of our control.
where human life depends largely on a pill and faith.
To see the looks on the children's faces.
Hope for the briefest of moments.
Pay it forward we preach.
But how?
What do you do
or what do you say to a hungry child,
A child with a devastating life-threatening disease?
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for
and the evidence of things unseen.
We can quote, sure enough,
but what is faith really?
Surely faith is hope in the love of a God we can not see,
and for that matter, can not understand.
Now faith helps me believe He has a purpose and reason
for all things that happens.
These children that stole my heart at the very second of arrival.
These children that suffers on a daily basis.
They have taught me
that hope, faith and love is always near.
Hope of a better life.
Faith in an unseen God
and love for the small things in life.
I stand here in front of the fire,
reflecting back on the day,
realizing that these children has life in abundance.
To them the kingdom of heaven awaits
with special rewards.
Form:
Having decided to move on he trekked onwards down to Lake Malawi pausing overnight
on its lush banks. Watching the animals and birds coming to drink in the fading light,
lions roaring nearby. Nearly time for them to hunt, an awesome display of their might.
Yet seldom messing with the elephants, little chance against their towering height.
Moving on come morning following the coast through Mozambique the ocean a pretty sight
murmuring waves lapping the coral white sands and forming pools an eel giving him a fright
Steadily heading south destination Durham. There to catch a clipper finding its berth tight.
Avoiding the bows where caught fast is a ray stinking worse than potato blight.
Blown off course, he sees Table mountain towering cast in tropical golden light
Impatient now to make up lost time the captain orders full sail and the ship takes flight
over the Indian Ocean watching the dolphins cavorting , they arrive at Port Hedland a welcome sight
As long as the wind still blows
His words will still reecho
In the dreams we forget when we wake
In the thoughts that dip and surface.
"Africa must unite
We have the resources
We have the manpower
Only unity remains"
These words will fly with the Monsoon
Across the plains of South Sudan, Cameroon
Climb the hills of DR Congo, walk the lonely deserts of Libya
Drift through the woods of Mozambique, through Ethiopia’s.
They will reecho in Somalia’s savannah
Breathe through the Sahel, Nigeria’s deep oil fields
Flow with the Yenge River of Sierra Leone
Until we hold them close, and call them our own.
And maybe then, in silent knowing
We’ll find the meaning we kept postponing.