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The canny hitman wears many faces
His smiling face he calls democracy
Were you to hear him chanting..
You would be forgiven to believe
Freedoms.. rights, democracy..
He utters and funds yet.. SEE
Do you SEE your fallen statesman
Your struggling economy..
Your puppet H.E The president
The Hitman leeching the economy dry
Where will we sell our wares is SHE falls
SHE buys gold, silver linen, and all niceties
Where will we sell our wares ooh hunter
If the hitman becomes the hunted..
If shes smoldering in ashes will they
All weep.. you clothed yourself in finery
Said I am a QUEEN I will weep not...
You held sway ruled with an iron grip
Those stars I see on your turban...
It's rumored you plucked from the skies
Trampled like a rag.. and on your back..
How you love to SOAR.. what kind of being
What kind of BEAST of prey are you.. but
Will we weep when your judgment knocks
With your sin-cup full should we then proclaim
Come out of her my people lest you share..
In her FIERY torment when HER Judgement is read
Did someone say you now lookS like a SHARK...
Did you rise from the waters or do you sit on...
The prophesied, Waters, peoples races nations
The economic hitman offers a friendly handshake
In her labs, she is breeding virulent virus..
Extermination of others is her business parcel
Yet the ignorant mesmerized ignoramus
Claim they rule.. they are all bound in chains
The system, the system, chants the Rasta...
Babylonian systems chant down.. Rasta chants
Mary Jane Joint now lights
Where did we go so wrong
Passing Janja weed Ronny..
I will call you my servant SILA see..
Calling a bird of prey from the east
Zerubbabel YOU will rebuild my temple
Zerubbabel YOU will accomplish..
The divine purpose bestowed in YOU
#Bubble in time
Luis 2020 Feb 28.
(She taught while her child was sent home
in the tongue of olden sorrow)
She stood before the class—
chalk in hand,
heart in shards,
yet her voice did not waver.
The sun poured through cracked windows,
spilling golden lies across the floor,
as if the world outside cared.
But behind her calm,
behind the grace stitched in her wrapper,
a storm raged—
not of thunder,
but of a mother’s ache.
Just an hour before,
her own child had been turned away—
sent home,
not for wrong,
but for unpaid fees
stacked like forgotten letters
on a dusty desk of debt.
This—
this woman who taught with fire,
who stayed behind to mark
papers soaked in red ink and dreams,
who gave sleep to lesson plans,
who whispered hope into stubborn minds—
She could not afford
the very thing she gave.
Imagine that:
Teaching other people’s children
while your own child
sits at home,
eyes on a closed school gate,
learning the weight of unfairness
before learning fractions.
It broke me!
I had seen many things,
but not a smile
trying to outshine sorrow.
Not hands that held chalk
when they should have held her child.
So I did what I could—
offered half my pay,
hoping it could buy back her child’s seat
in a classroom she helped build.
She cried.
Not the soft kind.
Not the quiet drip of rain on rooftops.
But a flood.
The kind that carries pain away
and leaves gratitude in its place.
But this is not about me!
This is about a country
where teachers are expected
to feed minds,
while starving silently.
Where those who plant the future
can’t harvest from it.
Where educators are treated like dust—
everywhere,
yet invisible.
Nigeria, hear us—
We are not machines.
We carry nations in our voices.
We write tomorrow in chalk and sweat.
When will teachers stop being
the sacrifice on the altar of broken systems?
When will we be seen
not as tools,
but as treasures?
HOW DO YOU SAY
How do you say, the he is a stranger,
how do you say?
How do you warn of imminent danger,
How do you say?
With smiles of charm, he'll win their trust,
Not the soul of a man, not one of us,
Deceived the nations, Abominations,
How do you say.
How do you say, he’s the deceiver,
How do you say?
Will even fool elect believers,
How do you say.
Dreams from the God of many waters,
Poured out on Sons and Daughters,
Eye on the Sparrow, straight and narrow,
How do you say.
How do you say, Angels pronouncing,
How do you say?
Against the name of Christ,
he'll lead the denouncing,
How do you say.
Cursing all God deems as holy,
To rid the meek and the lowly,
The Abyss was opened,
the realm of the spirit was broken,
Let none of mine, be left behind,
How do you say.
A cosmic parade today fell from the starry sky
As nations lined up to watch it all pass by
Beauty to behold, a bit hard to believe
Paraded down all the worlds cities streets
Chrystal spears of every color and size
Filled with wonder all the hearts and the minds
Never before has there been such a day
As this day of the cosmic parade
Exotic flowers dancing in a magical mood
Bright colors flashing in a rainbow of hue
Nothing of this sort has ever been seen
Like being awake in the strangest of dreams
The oddest of creatures whistling planetary tunes
With banners held high of universal moons
All you hear from the crowd are oohs, aahs, and sighs
As the cosmic parade goes floating by
7 foot tall aliens with 7 bells in each of their 7 hands
Lined up 2 by 2 in the parades space time marching band
Polka dot animals with heads like big bass drums
Being ridden and played by purple hands with 13 thumbs
In place of all the floats, spaceships were in flight
Spelling out peace and love in brightly colored lights
That must be the reason for this wonderful parade
To bring joy and peace to a world in need on this day of special days
A machine like none ever seen scattered stardust confetti to the wind
Causing all the world as one to turn and call each other friend
As anger and hatred melted from the heart of man
At that precise instant throughout all the land
Just as fast as this cosmic wonder fell out of the sky
At the end of the street is where they waved goodbye
Off to spread the message of serenity and peace
To other solar systems like ours that desperately have that need
CORRUPTION
As the tree branch its hands to collect wind
So do men branch out their hand to offer and collect my willingly.
Sweetness, and bitterness of life are my darkness works
Those who eat from me are those singing the song- let’s stop corruption.
Who can say, am the cause of drought in all nations?
Everywhere, echoes of your senseless possessions, crimpled the lands
Look inside you, you will see corruption seed happily growing.
Colour of skins, no longer fear but trend on my path.
Some kill to magnified me; some are roped into my wide name.
The mouth of the corrupted wants me stop for better life
Better life they never intended for any living souls
I am everywhere: in the church, in the mosques, in the families, in the schools;
Even in the bedroom of individual. I am there.
As the nose stood on the face, so do I; in your mind
What you do not need; you do have them.
You give birth to me daily in your blood and tongue
Your eyes sees me and glued to me.
To end me, is to end all humanities; all have corrupted.
Who can says am not part of him or her?
The only truth in your mouth is me.
I am the bedrock of distinct colour’s economy
I made them rich and kept others borrowers.
I made some rich, I made some rotten in jail, while some are permanently poor.
Famine, marginalisation, mass death; strengthen my existence and co-existence.
I walk through dispensations till date.
Those who enjoyed me pervert the course of justice and fairness
Oh, thou that eat from my table, why do thou want me sentence?
Has thou considered: your husband, wife, children and friends who I fed fat?
I have come to stay in this world since man never think to stop wanting more;
You called me corruption, but I called you my seed.
I am god to the rich and enemy to the poor.
If I smile to your faces or hands , no one can resist and flee
I gummed your eyes and palms as the fluid in the bone.
I am due for legalisation and honour
honour me as you do for those I made.
Having headaches daily on how to end me
never stop me from living in the heart of men.
I need recognition; sign ne into law worldwide.
by Pastor Omojevewe Emmanuel
sense when did Isreal replace the Nazi's as
an evil oppressive regime
how in the world did it let APARTHIDE!
become it's terrible theme
why are it's officers acting like
the old German SS
terrorizing citizens, women and children
in distress
aren't they the people who from Egypt
God set free
who from time to time, God reminded;
foreigners are just like me
aren't they the people saved from the
holocost
why would they do to others
from what they were saved from
and nations fought
just look at what happened over there
at first i really didn't care
"they deserve it" i said to myself
everyday saying "they're doing it to themselves"
then the Palistinians said they won the war
and at first; i couldn't see
but for a man who loves Israel
yet blind, i cannot be
my prayer is still for Isreal
when it is compleat
that it will be peaceful and not evil
and with foreigners live in peace
(6o Minutes did a story 1-25- 09. I saw Isreali Soldiers hide like thieves. like they were
stealing.)
Form:
We danced violet nights into day,
And walked the sunny bay.
We dined champagne and caviar,
And drove far in your beautiful car!
Everyone noticed when we hit the scene,
Like actors on a movie screen.
Each hot party sent invitations.
Had friends in many nations.
I owned lots of lovely dresses;
Had the acquaintance of princesses!
Each day we made the society page.
Our lives were quite the rage.
A blur of operas, theaters, concerts;
We were socially witty, always pert.
Committed no little social crimes.
Trend setters, we graced The Times.
Day and evening, we painted the town!
Wearily, rosy sunsets went down.
No one will ever forget our names.
Such was our fame!
So Marmites great leader has spoken
He finally came out of his jar
His soldiers which are yet to be named
Are travelling to our Aussie land afar
Sir Tom states Vegemite is the poor mans Marmite
That is not quite true
It’s actually the other way around
As Marmite is what you wipe of your shoe!
Our bright yellow lids are off and we are ready
For our Vegemite we will forever protect and defend
The Vegemite Vixens will show no mercy
We will battle these inferior Marmite soldiers til the end!!
If any of our Marmite enemies are captured
They will be stripped naked and disciplined
By covering their own body with marmite
Then left naked in the hot Aussie desert
To let nature do it’s thing!!
We await your arrival our butter knives in hand
With toast, butter and confident anticipation
Ready to wipe that disgusting marmite of your face
And spread Vegemite throughout all nations!
She was a Jew in Germany, when that became a crime
Hitler in power, but she left in time.
She thought back to friends she had
Incredulous laugh, then she looked sad.
She said all nations have a style
Good points, bad points, a kind of profile.
Those are the cards that nature dealt
This was genuinely the way she felt.
She gave her heart to a tall dark guy
He owned a department store, but money couldn't buy
Because on the Sabbath it had to be open
Her parents forbade any kind of eloping.
So she married my Opa, though she had doubt
The photo shows regret, but it did work out.
My other Grandma fell in love too
But he'd once divorced, so that was nixed too.
Odd to be descended from two second choices
And two women who didn't raise their voices.
Strange how people's lives are steered
One outcome was me, and I was weird.
A black sheep, or a wave of trouble
Don't come into my radius, into my bubble.
Their other descendants were much less odd.
So to the deity, a thankful nod.
The great mouthpieces of God.
Laying down, establishing the Iron rod.
Testifying witnesses of Christ,
Giving their lives to proclaim His sacrifice.
These are some of the mantle duties,
Of prophets chosen and ordained of God,
Called to bear the blood of each stewardship soul,
Bringing exaltation in God’s mighty plan.
Holding fast, establishing Zion,
Being a beacon to a fallen world.
Proceeding in God’s perfect plan,
To carry forth His will and work for man.
Prophets have the gifts of revelation,
Prophecy and seership, lifting up
The voice of warning, urging each precious soul,
Onward down their solemn path.
There is a celebration for all God’s people,
Who strictly heed their prophet’s voice and call,
Unto all the nations and kindreds of the earth,
In which safety, joy and peace make oneness for all.
We each need their clarity, wisdom and insight,
Born of their gifts of suffering, charity and sacrifice.
May we each live, so that if called upon from heaven,
He, she, may be found as worthy as a prophet.
For many are called, but few are chosen.
Yet the Lord would have all His people serve,
Being a light in this fallen world,
As His chosen and anointed.