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On June 30th 1889
one hundred and thirty-two years ago
In the ambiance of Continental Hotel Paris
Two visionary Parliamentarians
And men of peace
English Man William Randal Cremer
And French Man Frédéric Passy
In furtherance of their goal for peace
And arbitration through cooperation
And Dialogue
Mid-wifed an Association of
parliamentarians
Which has metamorphosed
Into global organization
Of National parliaments
First multilateral political organization
Acclaimed today
As inter-parliamentary Union(IPU)
Through the instrumentality of IPU
Corresponding institutions
At governmental levels
Saw the light of the day
The permanent Court of Arbitration
In The Hague in 1899
The League of Nations in 1919
And the Mighty United Nations in 1945
The behemoth has today
Over 170 Member parliaments
And resolutely committed to
Democracy for everyone
Parliaments at the service of the people
Promotion of democratic governance
values
Peace
Human rights
Gender equality
Youth empowerment
Sustainable development through
Political dialogue
Cooperation and parliamentary action
IPU is a potential global parliament !
Gentlemen, raise your glass to the British institution,
Breeding the champagne elite with seamless execution
Exclusively tailored for the clotted cream of the crop
With privileged patrilineage as the firm backdrop
The bespoke cradle that nurtures elite evolution
Crafting leaders of Britain's unwritten constitution
Renowned for ‘hoorah’ high spirits and notoriety
Crowned on high pedestals in moments of sobriety
Vandalism explained briskly away
Upper class boys club spirits sashay
Entitlement says, "turn a blind eye"
The Club, “purely hearsay, by the by”
While the common personage may humbly sip tea
Tailcoats stained with joviality, champagnes spree
Aware the law will not have their ‘guts for garters’ *
In recognition of gab and bubbly barters
Once they graduate with the superior scroll
They enrol with honours on parliaments roll
Embracing all their fine manners and etiquette
Hogging the political scene, lest we forget
And through the vast ancient chambers and corridors
'Bully, Bully, Bully' seeps slyly through the pores
Where the brotherhood debates the law of the land
Holding a flute of the finest champagne to hand
*Guts for Garters – Meaning to punish severely
Date: 10/04/23
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Sponsor: Joe Maverick
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So you're stuck on 15-down for the name of a barren of mules!
Groups of creatures you can now name if you use this set of rules!
A group of apes is a shrewdness and a gang of asses is a pace.
Tigers are a streak and you'd better streak should they give chase!
Can you believe that skittish plovers are called a congregation?
(I wonder, perhaps Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic or other denomination?)
You might see a cackle of hyenas or a tower of giraffes at zoos,
Or if on a Kenyan safari a bloat of hippos or a fleet herd of gnus.
The name for a prickle of porcupines is an appropriate moniker for sure!
A sleek bunch of ferrets is called a business, and, why, I'm unsure.
Pesky squirrels are called a scurry and a warren is for rabbits.
(There are many warrens of rabbits due to their promiscuous habits!)
Badgers are grouped as a cete and leopards are known as a leap;
Moles are known as a labor and a herd or drove identifies sheep.
Parliaments of owls meet in trees and eagles in convocations.
Jellyfish waft about in smacks and peacocks strut in ostentations!
Screeching cormorants are a gulp which sounds mighty weird.
Steer clear of a crash of rhinos since they are to be feared!
Charming finches are called a charm and larks an exaltation,
Turkeys a rafter, frogs an army and starlings a murmuration.
Locusts are known as a plague and cockroaches an intrusion.
An unkindness of ravens and their raucous caws just causes confusion!
Groups of humans are known as Republicans, Democrats or Nazarenes,
Jerks and morons but this barely includes all human species by any means!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Hand a pen ,break the silence.
Let the world hear our voice.
Write a song, create a poem.
Hand the tool for our future.
This is the high time to act, to react.
Too many people, too many lives.
Had wasted and gone so fast.
Through terrorism's act,attack.
Hand a pen, tell the world.
Children are suffering around the globe.
No food, no shelter,no clothes.
Will there be a future,where is hope?
Nation stands over nations.
No clear visions, full of illusions.
Poverty seems has no solution.
Industries causing pollution.
Hand a pen, speak your mind.
Royals are ruling,ruining lives.
Dictators,parliaments,ministries.
Why they can't solve these miseries?
No division, fair consumption.
Spread the wealth in proper distribution.
No partiality, kill crabmentallity.
Pull each other hands to serenity, equality.
Light the torch, spread the news.
This is the moment to hear our views.
Wear the weapon of restoration.
Hand a pen, make a new dimension.
You call them leaders.
They arrive as liars.
They leave as criminals.
They promise greatness.
You believe.
They promise change.
You believe again.
Is America great?
Is Europe honest?
Is Africa free?
Every continent—
the same deception.
Their lies are sweet
because you taste them
with closed eyes.
Institutions have fallen.
Not by force—
but by ignorance.
We crowned actors.
Not realists.
Not truth-tellers.
How can a man lead you
when he cannot lead himself?
How can a nation trust thieves
with its future?
The rich evade tax.
The government smiles.
The poor pay the price.
Your sacrifice feeds their luxury.
In parliaments,
in congresses,
in the United Nations hall—
theatre.
Nothing more.
Their speeches—
calculated lies.
Their promises—
weapons of comfort.
Poverty is engineered.
Misery is profitable.
Your worship
is their power.
They mastered deception.
You mastered obedience.
Look closely:
What we call “global leadership”
is a monument
built on crime.
Wake up.
False kings rule you—
because you let them.
The Palace of Westminster is crumbling,
the state of democracy stumbling.
Lurching to the right reaching for Brexit,
how is Parliament going to fix it?
With toxic asbestos and unsafe wiring,
they'll have to decant – with sea level rising.
Establishment migrants where will they go?
Austerity bites back as if to say no;
if shelter and housing you won't provide
you'll have to get used to coping outside.
Parties splintered, body politic fragmented;
who belongs with us? Where are we headed?
The crumbling state of Parliament's fabric
is witness to all of something symbolic.
When the mother of parliaments can't decide
where to take itself, it feels like it's died.
Blame the others and we'll be double crossed.
Your Majesty, when you've gone I fear we'll be lost.
In the afternoon while the parliament was in session
a loud explosion could be heard at the police
headquarters in the city
the television station was taken captive
and simultaneously terrorists made their
way inside where important debates
were made in the interest of the nation
Soon after the television screen was tuned in
to a live broadcast that the island had been seized
while part so the city were shown on fire
coming from the police headquarters
over one hundred masked men stormed
the red house and disrupted
the business of the day
the lead terrorist began to speak on
the station and said that the government
was held at gunpoint and no one
could come outside
At the time thirty six member of parliaments
were forced to lie on the ground and surrender
to the demands of the terrorists
for seventy-two hours no one was allowed
to leave the building and the police
had no choice but to allow the terrorist demands
to bare light for the nation to respond
when the terrorist realized that they
had no where to go
they soon surrendered their weapons
and gave way to the police to have
it their way
during the ordeal a few innocent lives
were lost including policemen on duty at the time
and some innocent civilians
Fortunately no parliamentarian were harmed
except for their moment during the time of captivity
A lot of time was spent negotiating with the
terrorists for a plot of land they were occupying
at the time which the government believed
was falsely acquired and their were insufficient
reason to believe that their occupancy was
legally justified
A twin island state with just over 1.3 million people
comprising white, black and colored citizens.
A small nation born out of colonialism
where slavery and indentureship was
forced upon a society once ruled
under the British
The country had not to long gained
its independence and the law of the land
had insufficient evidence to support
their claim
After due consideration the terrorists
had to serve some time in prison
while the government had no choice
but to allow the land in dispute
to be retuned to the terrorist
since it was part of the agreement
that was agreed upon to resolve the
situation at the time.
In my safe and healthy climate home
we find
our most effective way
to defensively avoid ballistic violence
in words and aggressive actions
is to begin and end each potential vampiratic day
with cooperative love
for restoring this HereNow SpaceTime
co-redeeming peaceful justice,
gratitude,
positivenergy attitude
active hope to find WinWin opportunities
as stronger faith in tomorrow
composed positively regathering
our LoseLose risks of yesterday
suboptimally WinFewer/LoseEverMore.
Our home-based best in-between
BothLeft/AndRight
EgoYang with EcoYin
defense against toxic mutual co-investment in future LossRisks
are these dawn through dusk daily WinWin
mutually non-violent offensives--
cooperatively reiterative co-articulations
of loving and wondrous and awesome GoodNews wins
and frustrating anti-ecotherapeutic ego-losses.
Perhaps senates and houses,
parliaments and CEOs,
governments and corporations,
incarnations and reincarnations,
might amend our multilateral green rules,
as climate necessary to restore healthy justice,
in this same secular and sacred
liturgically health-seasoned way
of mutually cooperative ecopolitical gratitude.
Morning and evening lights and darks re-visited
as mutually competing predators
for co-investing healthy-wealth,
Dawn and Dusk WinWin
positivenergy democratic health-extension options
massages and hugs
backrubs and footrubs
extending family communion stories
within Sacred EarthTribe's bilateral ecobalancing hands
and dancing revolutionary feet
remembering restoring rhythmed rituals
circling ancient fire-circle batons
of matriarchal-patriarchal wand holders
speaking through smiles
retelling healthy cooperative Ego/EcoWisdom.
EarthTribe humane-divine membership
is only Integrity
of each HereNow ZeroZone
Positive with notnot NegativEnergy
ParadisePotential.
They rise in suits, not in truth,
Whispering honey into the ears of youth.
They promise bread, and break it twice —
Then sell the crumbs at triple price.
These are the kings without a crown,
Their thrones built on a broken town.
They speak of peace with sharpened knives,
While trading bombs for children’s lives.
Parliaments of puppets sway,
Dancing lies in grand display.
They sign their names in blood and oil,
Then toast their sins with peasant toil.
They steal not once, but every breath —
From schools, from homes, from limbs of death.
And when the people cry for aid,
They build a wall and call it “trade.”
But the soil remembers every scar.
The stars record who these men are.
For thrones are rented, not divine —
And justice drinks a patient wine.
A time will come — not far, but near —
When truth will no longer cower in fear.
No flags, no laws, no gilded rule —
Just hearts awake, and none to fool.
I am the voice of time —
The whisper of centuries long silenced,
And today, I thunder:
The Earth has turned. The meek now reign.
In the year 2050,
China stands not as a country,
But as the heartbeat of a new era,
The firstborn of the Global South’s resurrection.
Not with swords, but silicon.
Not with chains, but circuits.
Africa —
No longer a continent of carved borders,
But a single soul,
One country, one currency, one command.
Its deserts bloom with data farms,
Its skies sing with satellites.
Nairobi, Lagos, Addis — the new jewels of the world.
The old gods —
IMF, World Bank, UN —
Have crumbled into myths for the museum.
BRICS++ has risen, forged in fire,
A furnace of South-South solidarity,
Wielding economic thunder and military lightning.
The New Alliance of the Rising Earth
— a pact forged in justice —
Holds a strength the world has never known.
A military force not born for conquest,
But to protect balance, defend harmony, and uproot hypocrisy.
Meanwhile...
Europe staggers —
Not united, but scattered in tribal echoes,
Its streets echoing with hunger,
Its parliaments burning with blame.
Third World, now not a label,
But a mirror to their future.
And America —
Once fifty stars in pride —
Now scattered into fractured republics,
Each fighting to remember a name.
They come now, ship after ship,
Seeking shelter, seeking work,
Filing into Global South embassies
With applications marked: Desperate.
And the white man, once crowned in ignorance,
Now knows the taste of his own medicine.
Discriminated, undocumented,
Told: Learn the language. Wait your turn. Prove your worth.
But this is not vengeance.
This is balance.
The earth, long patient, has reset the scale.
Oh reader —
This is not a dream.
This is the roar of a future that remembers.
A reckoning seeded in colonized soil,
Watered with blood,
Now grown into a harvest of reckoning.
The last shall be first,
And the first shall be last.
This is the New Superpower.
And its name is Justice.