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WAZOBIA LAND
Choicelessly I appear
On a tinctured lopsided land
A land with the best brains
But with the least development
A land flowing with milk and honey
But her sons and daughters are kwashiokored
A land favoured by nature
But cursed by greed
A land beautifully painted with diversity
But cursed by bigotry and sectionism
A land that has bidden equity and justice farewell
A land where sanity is sane
A land where cabalism rules
But democracy is portrayed
A land where we have the rule of men
And not the rule of law
A land where the gavel-holders are big-pocketed men
And not the judge
A land where “khakimen” oppress
And not defend
A land that has square pegs in its round holes
A land I wish I had a choice before coming into.
YEMI AFO
...So why do we keep ghosts in here
when by the day many folks die?
Well, you see, it’s technology,
it tears them apart from the inside.
Since they are merely energy
all the fields from our gadgets and toys
scatter their essence all about,
it’s a fate free ghosts can’t avoid.
These ones here we were lucky to save,
and we need to find more all the time,
some go to heaven, others to hell,
each morn we know not what we’ll find!
Nearby is the mummy’s lair,
and it causes controversy,
some say that they shouldn’t be here,
that they are just dressed-up zombies.
Others claim it’s a magic thing,
which makes them a whole other clade,
I honestly don’t’ care that much,
the people come see them in spades.
Some were even Egyptian pharaohs,
though which, we’re not really sure,
professors have tried to talk to them,
to see what history they can learn.
Hollywood has rented them out
for their movies, and they pay so well,
sometimes they seem to try to speak,
though what they say, no one can tell.
Most people like to hear them moan,
like they did in the films of old,
did you know mummies really do that?
And if they catch you they’ll grab hold?
Sadly, they do not do much more.
We don’t see them often these days,
not many folks still mummify,
and the old ones have been grave-robbed,
in the wild they don’t survive.
Keeping them stocked up with linen
makes all the zookeeper’s tired,
but let’s down to the big show,
the place where we keep the vampires.
Now these guys are a unique case,
since they’re not critters, but our guests,
they’re sentient like human beings,
to lock them would be to oppress.
We build them big apartments here,
with a back-room facing the zoo,
we pay them to visit with folks,
and tell lots of stories to you.
Since vampires are immortal
so many great tales can they share,
want to know how Jesus Christ died?
Well our guy Julius was there!
They can leave any time of course,
some of them even punch the clock.
Wilhelm is a security guard,
walks the night shift like any cop.
Some thing, but won’t he feed on folks?
It hasn’t been that was for years,
since transfusions and blood banks came
there has been no reason to fear.
They no longer had to kill people,
staying alive didn’t mean murder,
they’d get their pints, go on their way,
no reason to bite folks or disturb...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
This is the first day, January 01, 2020. It will never pass this way again. Yet in far too many countries, it is being denied, threatened and abolished. Crowds of people have taken to the streets. Many females have been raped. Many freedom demonstrators have imprisoned, The have sacrificed their lives and exchanged it for honorable causes. They have been beaten and tortured in heinous ways. Which would even make Middle ages tortures smile. The Nazis would have smiled and continued their genocide of Jews, and others.
Yet these countries, which oppress their own people, tend to successfully spread it. To peace loving and freedom followers beyond their own boundaries.'
While the rest of the world witness it on television sharing it also on internet social media. These warmongers threatened other nations, who would like to become involved. Freedom is precious jewel. God created his people to be free! Man is involved in both oppression and annulation of his fellow members of the human race.
Freedom is a candle in the wind. It flickers and lingers. Than war lords blow the candle of freedom, justice, and liberty out! Freedom is call of desperation of multitudes of individuals'. "Be not deceived. God is not mocked. What ever a man sows, he will also reap." Yes, according to God Almighty, they will reap the bitter harvest. "What shall a man give in exchange for his own soul?" The Nero's, and the Nazis are burning in the bottomless pits of hell fire and brimstone. These modern and contemporizes will soon be joining them. It is
according to God, and not me!
What price freedom? Mankind's souls are imprisoned by dark forces. People do not war against flesh. They war against evil and principalities. They war against the forces of Satan and his demonic hoard. The only guaranteed freedom rest securely in the hands of the Son of Man and the Son of God. Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life of everlasting life.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
In Ankara and Moscow,
the ground is crimson red ~
a carpet spread on fields once green.
Life’s fluid, like red gold,
flows as scarlet runoffs into Ottoman rivers –
lifestreams of Rossiyane and Turks
spilled from their inner oceans.
Their bones ~
lifeless as strings of dead fish,
litter seas once full of life.
The tears of fatherless children fill the Black Sea,
their futures blown away with fury
by eastern winds.
Jerusalem bleeds from both ends,
wrecking balls thrown into homes ~
toys for corpses in silent graves,
on fields crawling with poisonous snakes,
ready to strike and kill.
Bombs care not which breasts they rip babies from ~
babies cling to lifeless mothers,
suckling the last drops of milk.
Yet the blasts never falter,
snuffing life from the babies too.
Homes in Gaza are occupied by disaster.
Dark clouds of war cover their skies,
rains mixed with volcanic dust of missiles.
Bitterness is worshipped now as religion
on both sides of the divide,
where though blood runs the same red,
the colour of faces matters more
when bombs rain upon their homes.
Again in Tehran, bombs fall as flying storms
upon homes,
raging fire sweeping streets
like a plunderer in the night ~
chasing orphans into mangled alleys,
searching for parents under piles of dead bodies,
while dodging rollercoasters of bullets
spinning daily.
The UN is dumb to bombs,
its sole purpose to oppress ~
letting untouchables keep their nuclear weapons,
breathing down weaker necks to keep theirs away.
The powerful keep getting more powerful,
the weak keep getting weaker…
to stop the world from writing its obituary while still alive,
or so they claim.
Yet each day, the world keeps bleeding.
But who will unbind these fetid wounds,
or must we rot into our end?
A sweet broad smile, a million tears behind,
Aching heart invisible, so is the distressed mind,
Disgust and repulsion, the soul is shuddered,
Repose follows a burst out, tears on the wind !
Priceless pearls rolled down rosy cheeks,
Lost in unplumbed depths of the seas,
Sobbing heart, any ocean could swell,
Legendary monsters certainly can dwell !
Betrayed passion, depressed, heave a sigh,
Tranquilize belligerent fire, blazing so high,
Unfeigned feelings why not boldly express,
Why end up precious life in grief and oppress ?
Believe in yourself , to the soul's survive,
Sinking beats thump and the heart will revive,
Liberate your hostile mind of a constant grind,
Let emotions cool down with tears on the wind !
Written on 1/6/14
Contest- tears on the wind
Sponsor Gail angel Doyle
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
must we keep on in weakness
how long will it take us
to weak up
are we not done yet
in this pit of poverty
must we be always
the same
I thought we have our
destinies in our hands
I thought we are the
owners of our mind
so how much more
will we keep excepting
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
we fight each other
we are not in love with each other
we fail to unite oh africa
while we keep hoping
for the perfect stranger
to come take our problems
away
we refuse to believe in ourselves
yet we need each other
we reject to build each other
yet we are strongly building
the home of the perfect stranger
who is busy hunting on us
what a pity what a love
we are so in love
in love with the
love in the eye of the perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
we are so in love with this strangers
they have brought us a lot
fights for justice
they have abused our dignity
enslave our own
devalued our ancestors
stole our treasure
destroyed our culture
imposed their ways opinion
civilization on our life's
still we remain blind
instead we are busy
loving the stranger
we changed our spiritual
life's for no good
what a love
we are so in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
our women are our prides
yet our streets are full
of helpless girls
abused raped
by this strangers
a perfect stranger
indeed
our women are to be protected
cos out there this strangers
are wild
wilder than our welcomes
they are the devils we cast
in our prayers
they are friend to those
who oppress our freedom
they are the mentor of our
grieves
they are no good friends
what a perfect stranger
yet we are still busy in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
always at first
this strangers always
comes to us with a perfect
smile and with an eyes
full with love
their words are so comforting
so much sweet words
fall from their lips of lies
they always have a gift
neither do we know
it was an exchange
what a stranger
a perfect stranger
yet we fall in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
Over the distant horizon where unsullied love
Quietly calls in her yet unconsummated calm,
There daft hate has not sown its haughty gall;
There void's vitriols make no sweet airs numb.
In great ecstatic joys do merry lips there rejoice,
And forever sing happy songs themed on hope;
Where lie purest lands spiteful feet never tread,
Past farthest skies where jollities sing full voice.
We've there each saint in finer whitened gowns,
Under bliss-filled wings free from earth's frowns;
Where witch-hunting enmities oppress no more,
Where our mudslinging detractors wage no war.
Sublime carols heavy with unceasing peace
Pipe rest to every battle-battered soul there;
Where brotherhood keeps all on their knees,
Where no tempting sights weak victims dare.
There's a sprawling refuge all green and pure,
In a most pristine state past our highest azure.
Self-submission and sure subjugation,
Bowing to the might in adoration;
Crushing the lowly and their cessation,
Had been my subtraction and summation...!
Why did I do so? Where did I go wrong?
Why was my soul weak, while my flesh was strong?
Why should a downtrodden oppress his kind?
Why should bane of selfishness fill my mind...?
These jumped and leaped like galloping horses,
Pride protected the paths of false forces;
Purpose of life seemed a private affair,
Did I feel that existence is a fair...?
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My costliest pet dog barks at me now.
I'm utterly bankrupt; no more cash cow;
My reading, writing, and all my hobbies,
Have turned out to be meaningless lobbies...!
My love for my health, wealth, and luxuries,
My truths, myths, histories, and mysteries;
All have come to waste, like faded bouquets,
Do they now await their bonfire-like blaze...?
25 April 2023
Character traits Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
There is a constant battle raging inside of me
One that the naked eye simply cannot see
One side dawns a halo while the other wears it’s horns
The rotten side is winning while the peaceful side mourns
I try my best to nurture what little good I possess
But the bad seems to leech itself, over-rule and oppress
I find myself wondering if I am going about this all wrong
Maybe instead of fighting I should help them sing their song
Perhaps if I give in and feed what I keep depraved
I will no longer feel tired, I will no longer feel enslaved
There is a fine line to cross and I fear it is too late
What have I unleashed within just to satiate
So let me ask you this, what would you do?
Would you continue to fight the evil or let it break through
O Liberty! Where have you gone? We need
freedom from the lowest minimum wage,
from working two jobs that make our feet bleed;
from the long nights and weekend shifts that age
us before our time for less than ten dollars
an hour. What BS is this (when the top
one-percent of this country's most elite
rich use the courts and ordinary cop
to oppress us and own fifty-percent
of America's wealth)?? O Liberty,
what happened to 4th of July, Seven-
teen Seventy-Six!? Where's Prosperity,
and our American Dream? (We know where:—
it's all in stockholder's portfolio shares!)