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~ Tears on My Star of David ~
When a Jew is killed or attacked, I don't turn my hapless back.
I take it as an attack on me, and all of humanity.
New York, becoming the new killing fields to do Jews in.
With De Blasio and Cuomo doing totally nothing, quite a sin!
To stop Jew killing or slashing this Hanukkah night!
The Star of David I wear, is my reminder of the affinity I share.
Yes, my Jewish brothers and sisters, I do more than deeply care.
Love, Panagiota
December 28, 2019
Poem inspired by the hideous attack tonight with a machete by an anti-Semite
on a Rabbi, family and friends celelebrating Hannukah.
To whom it may concern; I don't have a memory of being afraid of the dark, from the youngest of age never fearing angels, demons or anything with a spark.
Eight-legged critters seem more like a friend, but anything with a heartbeat and most without, I will always defend.
Some of the worst things people can experience: heights, claustrophobic, loss of a loved one, death, has no concern on me, I’m living life to the fullest of every breath.
There's not a monster in the world that’s scarier than any with-in, spent twenty years in religion to come out more confused, humming a hymn.
More than a fear, more like scares the hell out of me, the acts humans can do to other humans and jus act like let it be...
To whom it may concern fears couldn't grip me with titans power, I have lived my life with no regrets I have seen death it's not bad if your life wasn't sour.
Anferny was convinced that all
his problems were due to his skin,
he’d been told by teachers, and his mom,
that there was just no way to win.
He grew up believing he was part
of an awful, bigoted nation,
that he could never survive without
hand-outs and reparations.
He never tried to keep a job,
wouldn’t be caught ‘acting white,’
believed that he was a victim,
an thus had extra moral ‘rights.’
Spent all his days scraping by
on a meager monthly check,
turned to drugs to hide the fact
that his whole life was a wreck.
On welfare until he was forty,
when an overdose his heart rent,
Anferny relied on the government,
Anfery died on the government.
Savannah, she was quite a beauty,
and knew that fact all too well,
she battled her lashes and the boys
ran up as if she’d rung a bell.
But she believed she ‘needed no man,’
and always flitted from guy to guy,
content to ride on the carousel,
seeking nothing but a good time.
Until one day she was thirty-six
and decided to find a husband,
but her looks had faded noticeably,
she could no longer hook a man.
With no real skills to fall back on,
she turned desperately to the state,
she later died, alone and poor,
found with her cats eating her face.
Her final decades spent miserably,
living on other folk’s dollars and cents,
Savannah relied on the government,
Savannah died on the government.
Paul fought for his county overseas,
he did all his country could ask,
never a foe did he let escape,
he took our enemies to task.
He came home and live his life,
made good money as an auctioneer,
until three years later when he went
to a veteran’s doctor in fear.
He’d found a lump, and the biopsy
showed it to be a malignant growth,
a cancer that was aggressive,
it was a hard and heartbreaking blow.
They began chemotherapy,
but they started it too late,
because of bureaucratic fools
who'd made a paperwork mistake.
By the time they got it right
his last remaining strength was spent,
Paul had trusted in his government,
Paul died on his government.
I have seen it slowly coming,
and I do not know what to do,
a slow but steady erosion
in the world’s average IQ.
It started back in the nineties,
a slow but steady drip since then,
decline in mental fortitude
amongst our women and men.
I’m not talking partisan stuff,
though this doesn’t help with that crap,
I’m looking at evolution,
which never really takes a nap.
Some jolly heretics speak up,
but most others tend to ignore
that our success undermines us,
and this has happened before.
It happened back in ancient Greece,
and it happened to ancient Rome,
when we wipe out all our hardships,
when our struggles are banished, gone,
we find ourselves in a mismatch,
we find ourselves rather bored,
our minds are made to solve problems,
this is a fact we can’t ignore.
Part of us craves security,
and leads us to suppress the fact
that instinct craves volatility,
without it we go off track.
We even stop having children,
when not faced with hardship and death,
lose that urge for immortality
if we know what’s coming next.
The ultimate contradiction,
that in order to really live
we must feel like the end is near,
and without that, we’re bored as sh-t,
losing the age-old impulse to
keep things going and carry on,
we are evolved for the struggle,
and without it things go wrong.
Harder still is it to realize
that the fact we all now survive
leads to growing mutations that
make it harder for us to thrive.
As late as the 1800s
half of us died when we were young,
a thought that’s sobering to me,
since I know I would’ve been one.
And cruel as it may be to think
all that death may have played a role,
weeded out weakness, mutation,
left those who lived stronger as a whole.
But we’ve always been caring types,
and our science ended this trend,
we stopped all this mortality,
and thought things would get better then.
For many decades that seemed true,
but now the data has reversed,
without Darwin’s remorseless hand
the incentives are now adverse.
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I remember as a little girl
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house
I was sitting reading a story book
As quiet as a mouse
I asked to be pardoned
To go to the loo
They were all playing dominoes
So I knew what I must do
I opened up the door
And placed my foot on the first stair
Then I heard someone in a low voice say
“Are you sure that she's all there”?
I felt a tear run down my cheek
I was doing what I ought
Only speaking when I was spoken to
That's what I was taught
When I’d done what I had to do
I went back down the stairs
The domino game was finished
And there were four empty chairs
They were all in the kitchen
Drinking cups of tea
My aunt she turned to me and smiled
And handed a cup to me
She noticed my tear-stained face
And stroked it with her hand
I told her what I’d overheard
She said I was too young to understand
I was insecure throughout my childhood
Never felt like I fitted in
Undernourished because I wouldn't eat
Now I’d just be classed as thin
From the age of five
My time at school was fleeting
Feigning illness to avoid the bullies
And escape another beating
I remember cowering
In the corner of the school yard
Cigarette butts stubbed out on my arms
Left painful, sore and charred
Name-calling and violence
Made me feel inferior
Set upon by bullies
Who thought they were superior
When I became a teenager
Things they got much worse
The bullies were now older
Younger ones they would coerce
To taunt me and lie in wait
And leave me in a battered state
When i got my first job
The bullying it went on
Because my face didn't fit
I was put upon
Got lumbered with the dirty jobs
That no-one else would do
Like swilling down the filthy yard
And scrubbing the outside loo
One afternoon, the manageress
Secretly asked me whether
I would do sexual favours for a delivery man
And I reached the end of my tether
I got my coat and quit the job
Never looking back
I later heard that the manageress
Was found out and got the sack
Now that I am older
No-ones victim will I be
I stand my ground, nobody’s fool
And i am happy being me
Prison is more than what meets the eye,
Her beauty is more than what meets the eye.
I don’t want to be a third wheel, just you and I.
No one can type without pressing you and I.
Prisoners we all are despite being free.
Some might be behind bars, some in bars.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Age is not a qualification to be a prisoner,
So is masturbation, when one is addicted to it.
So is a disease, cult and finally death.
All which can’t be controlled by drugs which are taken hourly.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Marriage, by choosing to marry, we commit our lives to one person,
We sign up for a life sentence.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Careers we choose dedicating our time and energy to,
Building and constructing its foundation day and night.
Through blood and sweat we pump our energy.
As staff, corporate members, politicians, innovators, artists and many more.
Our career clocks tick from seconds to minutes to years to decades.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Was it his destiny to die in that sleeping bag
curled up like an infant in the womb
unnoticed, unseen
undiscovered for days
until others found the odor of death disagreeable
more obscene than the circumstances
that led him there under that overpass
where those who happen to have been born
to the right people
were in the right place
at the right time
to be seen by those who crown
modern kings and queens
drive by in their Corvettes and Jaguars
to private parties where they’ll drink
from fountains of champagne
and the best bourbon
rubbing elbows with the other elite
stroking each other’s egos until they ******
making deals worth millions
in a world where the rest of us don’t exist
who struggle not to end up on the streets
to die alone as he did
Perhaps he would have been among them
had his parents had money to smooth his path
to educate him in elite private schools
take him to the theatre and the ballet
to hear orchestras play stirring symphonies
been shown beauty instead of brutality
Had he been graced with a handsome face
How life has changed
Simplicity no longer reigns
Now a society of ‘look at me’
Lost is self respect and modesty
Breasts and bums on display
Faces plastered in clay
Bodies injected with toxins
Natural beauty no longer an option
Plastic people with plastic minds
Self absorption and vanity combined
Every movement captured on phone
Posed and poised down to the bone
Never present in the here and now
Natural spontaneity they know not how
Life lived only for the screen
Admiration, praise, likes ,comments seen
Humility, modesty, respect
Replaced by egotism, vanity and body perfect
Priorities and thoughts all about self
Consideration , concern for others shelved
There is nothing they will not do
To get that almighty view
Void of decency and dignity
Now a society of ‘look at me’
and the good guys lost
all of us ‘got feet of clay
we are tainted, corrupted
and who of us will not say
"no, not me, I will be trusted"
we've come a long way, 'never stay too long
we'll have the last word if only to be wrong
evolution has gone to hell
myopic fighting for peace
ev'ry sucker for himself
all hail, this wily disease
you may point a finger 'til y' arms fall off
I might look away having seen enough
war is over, I said, war is over!
and the good guys lost
hand over fist, making it fit
continue, do as been done
4th world war wi' stones n' sticks
nothing new under the sun
a hungry ghost, frustrated with remorse
here's to it will be like it never was
war is over, I said, war is over!
and the good guys lost
no more than a tease to get it started
much harder to switch it off
war is over! I said war is over
and the good guys lost
and the good guys lost
wrongfully
convicted man
released
after decades
is still stigmatized
as rapist;
is shunned
publicly
and made
pariah...
even though
society knows
he's an innocent man;
real
perpetrator jailed!
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
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Date written: 01/26/2021