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The Middle East
When the persecuted became persecutors
chaos followed; what a mess the Middle East is
Both sides of the conflict like killing one other
up pops more fanatics with eager knives
If you are an Arab Christian, your life is short
if you are a Muslim, they will give you the key
to London and the neighboring locals
Is there such a being as a Christian Jew?
There are Orthodox Jews, men with braided
hair, wearing black hats and dark suits
round glasses make them look scholarly
Their women stay in the background when
on their back, giving birth to yet another
anti-war Jew
In Syria, Assad has fled, prisons are emptying
people are jubilant, but hang on, prisons will
be full again of the new regime's enemies
I read, but can it be true, that the Saudis are the Jews
of antiquity; one can say they love money
and kill their opponents, whether in an embassy
or in a café eating lamb chops
In the meantime, we ask ourselves, will Syria be
Afghanistan, where women get beaten for showing
not a leg, but a pale face of suffering
All is not lost,
the Syrians in Sweden and Germany
are heading back to their homeland
For S and G, a burden lifted
they sharpen their teeth
on the bones of the last guy—
same courthouse steps,
same microphones,
same righteous stink.
they spit justice like cheap whiskey—
burns going down,
makes fools feel brave.
every time a new tyrant shows up
he’s got the same speech,
different tie,
same rotten breath about
honor
and country
and saving the people.
funny how saving the people
always starts with ruining someone else—
dragging them through the mud,
calling it holy water.
you’d think the world
would get tired of the taste,
but crowds love the sight blood
if someone else bleeds it.
and the wheel turns—
some poor soul wrapped in headlines,
smiling wolves calling it duty,
and the crowd claps
because it’s not them—yet.
there’s no justice, kid,
just timing,
luck,
and who’s holding the torch
when they decide
you’re next in line
for the fire.
they’ll burn each other forever
and call it democracy
or truth
or whatever sells best each election—
meanwhile the rest of us
just want a quiet corner,
a beer,
and the chance to live
without somebody’s crusade
breathing down our necks.
and the sad joke?
when the persecutors fall—
and they always do—
they cry like saints,
beg like sinners,
and swear the cycle’s over.
it never is.
some nights the world
feels like a bar fight
that never ends,
everybody broken-nosed and proud
of the wrong things.
raise a glass, kid—
we’re in the washing machine of fools,
spinning and spinning,
waiting for the buzzer
and praying we don’t get wrung out
before the rinse is done.
Blessings to each who need blessing;
Let the will of our Creator.
and the will of those suffering become as one.
Any man not standing with the righteous people of this earth then,
they are not in accordance with the almighty creator;
For the God, I serve is the yen and the yang.
Some, sit on the right side of God's throne, nothing can harm us.
As he will smite those who persecutors us with his left hand;
The Great I Am shall destroy those who disturb
joy, peace, and love in his creations.
If they have tortured, they shall also be tortured.
If they have carried out any assignments, not from the
Universal God of Creation;
They are the responding to a different signal;
Not on the same assignment,
and doeth not the will of the creator.
Obviously, the creator loves color as he has colored
Most everything upon this earth, especially his inhabitants.
The blacker the sweeter,
the redder the sweeter, the browner the richer.
The more, the better, the greener, the redder or the blacker.
Humans want the sweeter, greener,
blacker, in all the fruits and shrubbery.
They also, delight in
Bluer skies, pure white snow, and fluffier clouds.
This is no mistake:
Love what God loves;
More is Good.
Ase'
Millions of people from China’s homeland
Were shocked and torn that the Great Law was banned
They faithfully and peacefully pleaded for appeal
But Zemin was bound their beliefs he would steal
Great numbers of practitioners held tight to their beliefs
As they were beaten, brainwashed and tortured by police
Their suffering and pain were peacefully endured
The persecutors were baffled; but their jobs were secured
Millions of families broken from Zemin’s hate
Some fled to tell the world of their cruel fate
But hate propaganda was spread through the world
The stage controlled for the media to hurl
The lies hidden behind economics and free trade
Concealed by deception and the sinful acts made
The evil specter lurked in a horrific way
Multitudes of deaths in prison camps each day
Practitioners worldwide continuously appealed
Clarifying the truth that the persecution is real
But truth was rejected, censored, declined
It’s too horrific to report when profit toed the line.
In USA, 2000, The Epoch Times was born
9 ping was published to subdue the storm
“Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party” did start
Hordes of resignations, the CCPs collapse was marked’’
Human body plastination, China’s 2004 nightmare
Dalian Hoffen, had prisoners of conscience to spare
Sui Hongjin contorted Cadavers to display
Bo Xilai was the Governor, directing evil dismay
A broad Kilgour, Matas and Gutmann’s evidence grew
“A new form of evil on earth” was true
2006 live organ harvesting was revealed
Prisons and hospitals, had body parts to steal
F is my flavor as you feel me coming, I taste like garlic and gunpowder. nauseating you as I bubble in your throat louder and louder
I is for what i ignite, memories of spilled milk and tears, memories of being left behind over the years
G is the glimmer of joy I bring you, you dont want to like hurting others, but you do, this pain can’t be forgotten, if you suffer than they must too
H is for the hurt in their eyes as venom spills from your lips, you remember a time not to long ago when it was you with that ache, when it was you who was made stronger from the fact other wanted you to break
T is what I take, when I take everything around and tear it all down, till your left with nobody in your life except me, my coldness an invisible thorny crown you can’t see
Fight is for a never ending cycle. The hurt hurts and gets hurt. And the victim turn persecutors. I will never let you win. I will only leave you alone
V. Is for Victory we have in the LORD
(Deuteronomy 20:4) “For the Lord your God is the One who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies to give you VICTORY.”
A. Is for Almighty God who fight for us
(Exodus 14:14) “The LORD will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
L. Is for the Love God has for us
(John 3:16) “For God So Love the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believe in Him shall not perish, but have Everlasting Life.”
E. Is for Everlasting Life we have in God
(John 6:40) “For this is the will of My Father, that everyone who looks on the Son and believes in Him should have Eternal Life, and I will raise him up on the last day.”
N. Is for Newness in the Lord
(Galatians 2:20) “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”
T. Is for Time that we have on earth
(Psalm 31:15) “My times are in your hand; rescue me from the hand of my enemies and from my persecutors!”
I. Is for Increase in the Lord
(Luke 2:52) And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man.” (And so will us)
N. Is for New Beginning in the Lord
(Revelation 21:5) “He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything New!” Then He said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”
E. Is for Expectation
(Hebrews 10:27) “but a fearful Expectation of judgment, and a fury of fire that will consume the adversaries.”
D. Is for Dominion
(Romans 6:14) “For sin shall not have Dominion over you: for you are not under the law, but under grace.”
A. Is for Alpha
(Revelation 1:8) “I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.”
Y. Is for Years
(2 Peter 3:8) “But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a Thousand Years, and a Thousand Years as one day.”
My heart grieves for past warmth, rocking guilt back and forth
Like a cradled infant, deceased, and torn
I wailed inside and expressed what the babies could not,
Pierced so purposefully. . . their blood drizzled lightly upon the streets
Two gray kittens, side by side
One face molded into the warm body of the other
Lethal legacy
Unjust proclamation- a threat to heart sensation
This vessel of mine sunk long ago… and now,
With emotions compacted and learned, I merely nod
Before my eyes had laid upon such tragedy,
I had been suffering a loss I can no longer withhold,
And as it was so near, I see his death over and over, so clear
My best friend, lying still- half in filth, half in glory
My cries of grief, overtones to his excavating spirit
You do not belong here any longer, sweet black angel
Your soft, dreamy eyes, your lovable ears,
Replaced by unappreciated jeers
I hear them in the night as it had happened
Oblivious me, in deep sleep
Dreaming up hopes later shattered
My tears fell upon his black fur,
His keen green eyes now dead and lifeless
Feel the burn, yes feel the burn of loss, I heard him whisper
Because in this very moment, you are changing!!!
How I both cherish and hate this alteration!
How it has transformed a hopeful soul into saturated slivers of sadness
Repressing anger and fear to ensure good became of his innocence
Now it has led me to these two outcasts,
Caught by others in their cold dimensions
As much as I wish someone to suffer for their absence,
Alone, I agonize, again
Crying internally for the persecutors
This world both baffles me and excites me. Today, this world has brought me to my knees in sorrow and humility.
~Dedicated to Spy, my beloved black cat , and to the sweet stray kittens of no name found 2 days later...~
May 2013 - October 18 RIP
Almighty God*, Source of breath and Sustainer of life,
Now and always, I seek for Your new, fresh, rejuvenating favor.
Earnestly along Your guidance, I beg for Your assured triumph
Wrought by Your workmanship while I worship You, exalting Your name.
Brace up my faith, as I wish the best for all, including my enemies
Led by Your love’s light to let me forgive and then forget their wrongdoings
Enable me, please, to serve You by Your grace as I reach-out to them.
Saved by Your blood of wondrous sacrifice, I ask that You redeem their souls
Sanctify them through Your imparted righteousness
Enrich them with Your provisions’ of supply-abundance
Drive them toward Your heart with serenity.
Bless them with Your bountiful benefits
Enable them while empowering them to do right.
Grant them wisdom, knowledge, and discretion in dealing with oppositions
Instill in them kindness and understanding to be at peace with foes.
Nourish them so then can befriend those adversaries
Nurture them spiritually while they offer pardon to persecutors
Inspire and influence them with Your Word to win over frustration-causes.
Never give up on me and on them as we acknowledge our frailties.
God, we esteem YOU: You’re our everything; without You, we're nothing.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God…
April 14, 2019
Edited on December 20, 2023
3rd place, "Good wishes for my enemy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 1/4/2024
Salvation is such a real longing
for those having real godly hope
holding onto God's precious promises
looking for comfort enabling to cope
Wineskin in the smoke that's what it feels
no matter what never forget the Lord
in His word do trust all of the day
whatever time it takes hold His chord
Endurance must be prolonged so
come Lord my persecutors show hate
judge them soon bring righteousness
to point them to heavens gate
Pitfalls await dug by my accusers
who deny your law full of lies
the Lord's word so packed in truth
help me please hear my cries
Feeling almost beat on this earth
but I won't neglect your word ever
your love is always true and sure
that makes me listen to God's flowing river
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the eleventh poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
MONUMENTAL AMERICA
(c)11/1/20, Iris Sankey-Lewis
Monumental America, you said, "In God We Trust."
this super power thing of yours won't rust
the nerve of change to rearrange
internal wealth all by itself gives clue
beauty is in the eyes of Sages, good as new.
You've birth the good, the bad, and the ugly
on grounds of mighty enterprise; semi holy
oh, pray those carefree days are over
let persecutors pause; penn like Solomon, thoughts on vanity
oh say, can you see, the power of redeeming quality?
You stood shoulder to shoulder like twin towers
with panoramic views, and friends, and lovers
haters watch as you paint a new montage
the weight of it surpass the number of lives lost
now at a crossroad; let's make merry at no cost.
Erase the lies. Together your children will rise
oh stars as pure as midnight sky
no condemnation shall befall those sturdy
magnify the God in whom we trust
this super power thing of yours won't rust.
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