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The circus has come to town
Washington D.C., its prime playground
Congress on the brink of a nervous breakdown
Screaming at President Trump to step down
Donald J. Trump stands center stage
Tweeting and texting with fistic rage
A bull in a china shop, inciting p.c. outrage
While fancying himself a genius-sage
To the left of Trump is former V.P., Joseph Biden
Verbal gaffes all exposed he can't hide in
'Mr. Excitement' can't bring the voters' tide in
He's sure experience alone will help him glide in
Far to Biden's left rants Elizabeth Warren
Her attacks on business, for an ox to gore on
To break up Google and Amazon she'll go to war on
To hell with $100k employee salaries ~ the moron
Our circus is surely a sight for sore eyes to see
And for an encore, we're bringing back Hilary!
Santa and Dasher had a quiet talk in the glen
They discussed the elf situation, and the presents so thin.
I do not have to get paid this year, Dasher admitted.
I have condos and townhouses, and my monies well fitted.
That would not be fair, Santa told his generous reindeer.
I could not accept such charity; though your intent is clear.
The other reindeer have investments and wealth plenty I bet.
We’ll donate our salaries to help you make all toys you can get.
The elves were on board, and said pay us in cookies, not money.
Mrs. Claus said “They are wanting to do this. Let’s let them, Honey.”
Santa had forgotten how wonderful the feeling of giving can be.
Finally, he said yes, giving a healthy thanks for their generosity.
where are the voices of the churches in the midst of this economic uncertainty?
where are the spiritual leaders the moral compass of society?
it seems that since the Rev. Dr. M.L. King died so has the fight for social injustice
what I want to know is why the leaders of the church
seem to be sitting on the fence?
they seemed more concerned about building a new church
while their members are in a financial lurch
it's time to restart the movement by speaking truth to those in high positions
to let the Rebuplicans and Tea Party know it's not just them who can make decisions
we need to talk to our youth and tell them of what we've survived and endured
from slavery to the Depression now to this Recession that is closing down doors
they say they want smaller government when in actuality
they want to reduce the numbers of minorities getting decent salaries
for the government be it Fed, City or State is the largest employer
of the Black, Hispanic and Minority middle class structure
now they're going after the Unions trying to get rid of their collective bargaining tool
also reducing or cutting federal dollars to state universities and historic Black schools
how will our children ever be able to afford higher education?
connect the dots and see that it's a process of marketability elimination
WAKE UP MY PEOPLE why can't you see
what the Republicans are trying to do to the middle class families
so what are we waiting for? why have the churches not spoken out?
what are we waiting for? are the churches in denial and doubt?
it's time for the churches to step up to the plate
to speak out against what the Republicans are attempting to propagate
we now have an African-american man as President of this great land
yet the African-american church has yet to publically take a stand
we have not adminsihed those who belittle him and keep trying to take him down
we have not publically supported him nor have we made a sound
what are we waiting for? can't you see the writing on the wall?
if we don't act nor fight back we will all take the fall
what are we waiting for? it's time for the movement to restart
for us to be like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. we need to do out part
The "NON-Transparent Political Leader says: We who are "Transparent" will "Help All"!!!!!!!!! We will "Help" both "The richest of the rich",and "The poorest of the poor",and if "You elect me I will open every door!!!!! The "NON-Transparent Leader" gets elected: and as soon as he or she gets elected to "Public Office" he or she "Cuts back on "Feeding The Poor",Cuts back on providing health care for those who pay their salaries through the "Taxes " that they pay",and make it "LEGAL" FOR THEMSELVES "NEVER TO PAY TAXES EVER SO THAT DEMOCRACY WILL ROT AND DECAY!!!!!! 'THIS IS THE TRUE DEFINITION OF "THE NON-TRANSPARENT POLITICIAN WHO GOT ELECTED TO PUBLIC OFFICE BY BEING DECEITFUL TO THOSE WHO THEY ARE SUPPOSE "TO LEAD AND SERVE"!!!!!THE "NON-TRANSPARENT POLITICIAN BECOMES "TRANSPARENT"WHEN WE SEE WHAT HE OR SHE DELIVERS TO THE PEOPLE THAT THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO LEAD AND SERVE!!!!HOW ARE TEACHER OF OUR CHILDREN DOING IN "THE GREAT STATE OF KENTUCKY""? THEY SEEM TO BE COMPLAINING NOW,ABOUT WHO THEY VOTED IN!!!! IT IS A SIN WHEN A 'TEACHER' WILL NOT LEARN: WILL THEY VOTE HIM OR HER IN AGAIN? IS THIS A 'NON-TRANSPARENT POLITICIAN WHO 'THE TEACHERS OF OUR CHILDREN VOTED IN? WHAT WILL THEY HAVE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IF THEY "VOTE HIM OR HER IN AGAIN"? EVIL AND SIN IS A REAL REALITY,AND "SIN IS SOMETHING THAT HUMANS DO!!!! "EVIL" IS SOMETHING THAT WE "DO NOT" HAVE TO DO!!!!! WE AS HUMANS DO NOT HAVE TO "HATE".....WE REALLY CAN CONTROL THAT IF IT IS OUR WILL? HATE IS "EVIL",AND IS WORST THAN "SIN"!!! WE SIN AGAIN,AND AGAIN,AND AGAIN,BECAUSE WE ARE WOMEN,AND MEN!!!! WE ARE BORN IN"SIN'!!!!!! WE ARE NOT BORN "IN EVIL'!!!!!! WE SOMETIMES ENJOY 'SIN";WE ****** AGAIN,AND AGAIN,AND AGAIN!!!!!NOT IN 'HATE OR EVIL"!!!!HATE AND EVIL IS THE REAL TRUE SIN!!!! GET RID OF HATE,AND THEN YOU GET RID OF EVIL SO THAT YOUR 'LIFE CAN BEGIN"," AGAIN,AND AGAIN,AND AGAIN!!!!!! WE ARE SINNERS UNTIL THE END!!!!!
Human Trafficking
The human soul is independent
God gave free will. Remember?
Humans want to live freely and well
Nature wants humans to live alone
God gave his words, read the Bible
Then you never will be you, alone
God is your ruler, hand, love, and helper
God’s words are the truth, life, and water
You aren’t alone, you have a friend, eternal
My fate, dark and sad fate, poisoned
I am a victim of psychological experiments
It’s English, ask the BPS. I am destroyed
I needed to be alone. Alone with God
For life and the knowing of the spiritual heart
This is a crime! You cannot live with God!
You can’t keep out the psychology! Never!
You are in the system. You are on a server
You are listed. Observed, monitored, followed
Where are the human rights? Where is the man?
Where are the personal rights? Where am I?
Why don’t I have the right to my life? Why?
And what about data protection? Data protection law?
Why do psychologists make a living from my life?
Who gave me to the psychologists? Who owns my life?
Who deprived me of my right to freedom? Who?
“The government. That. There.” Answered Satan.
“And they're talking about democracy!” Laughed Master Satan.
“You are a victim of human trafficking.” Added a demon.
Human trafficking. Does it still exist?
Hmm. Yes. Works. Unfortunately.
I am a product, a good. Hmm.
“Do you know their salaries?” Asked Satan.
“35k to 100k pounds per capita,” I answered.
“From your life, too,” Said Master Satan.
“They need your life for money,” Noted a demon.
Where is the freedom?
I haven’t
I am a product
I am a victim of corruption, too
And a victim of religious persecution
Childhood’s no longer a time to chill,
We’ve found ways child’s very child to kill!
Time then to draw a line—
Every child's no Einstein,
S@tire that enough of truth has still.
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Happenings | 04.01.2020 |
Topic: humour, childhood, parents
Poet’s note: I see an infant in a cradle. Instead of colourful sundry hangings over the cradle shaft (watching which my generation grew up to be a happy-go-plucky child), I see label-banners that read: JEE, IAS, NEET, GMAT, CAT, GRE, all hurdles that a student has to pass for a bright career attracting good salaries, and his parents filled with aspirations looking over . What a way to raise a child!
They were dubbed as being the greatest than ever before
Expectations were high even though they hadn’t begun to score
Huge salaries and talent some say they would be the best
But they couldn’t play together as a team as they were put to the test
Injuries happened, sometimes when they got the call
There was no fire in their heart as they started to fluster and fall
A team is suppose to rise no matter what the challenge or ill weather
Instead they plummeted with the worst baseball meltdown ever
We look up to them as heros but with their failure some cried
Now that the season is over maybe they will search and find there Boston Red Sox pride
Who is to blame for all of this some think that it is very clear
Find your heart in the off season sox players and thank God there will be a next year
In Nigeria's land, where yuletide cheer does fade
A yearly refrain echoes, "Last year was better made"
A curse, it seems, that haunts the present's door
As if the past's sweet memories, forever leave us poor
The cost of food, a constant woe, does rise
A negative trend, that brings tears to sorrowful eyes
Past leaders, revered, as if their wisdom, we can't replace
Does this mean Nigeria's well, of good people, has run dry, and lost its pace?
Should we forever pine, for bygone days of old?
Prefer the past's faded glory, to the present's tale, yet untold?
Fuel and transport costs, a burden, we can't define
Monopoly's grip, so tight, it chokes the poor, and makes them decline
The price of meat, a luxury, few can afford to buy
Yet salaries stagnate, as if frozen, in a bygone sky
Oh, Nigeria, land of promise, when will thy people thrive?
When will the yuletide season, bring joy, and not just a survival to stay alive?
As they leave,
They leave for us
Calabash full of sorrow and agony
They leave for men a plate of frustration
And desperation.
As they leave
They leave for women nothing
But cups of tears and fears
As they leave
They leave for old ones a basket
Full of fruits of ultimate death and shame
As they leave
They leave for workers a big bowl
Of empty promises, unpaid salaries
And incessant strike actions
As they leave
They leave for students a stabbed
And crippled students’ union,
Ramshackle and “Renopainted”
Halls of Residence
As they leave
They leave for our generation a loss compass
From which we can find and rediscover our
Moral values, valuable culture
Instincts of deliberative governance and
Leadership cum administrative acumen
As it is
We are living with fear of gbu-a-gbu-a
Of daylight gunshot of the emboldened to
Extort, encouraged to maim and induced to kill
Ultra-fascists campus cult groups commissioned
To crush all seeming oppositions
As is it
We are living with:-
Biochemists without reagents
Microbiologists without modern microscopes
Linguists without modern language laboratory
Computer students without
Being opportune to hold a mouse
Physiologists without bloodbank.
As it is
We are living with
Dike archaic books and non books materials
Students and staff basking in the euphoria
Of stone age and ancient facilities.
As it is
We are living in a garden that detest truth
Genuine intellectualism, dissent views and
Contrary opinions but rather nourishes in
Multi-colour ignorance, white lies,
Ever green concocted disortions,
Oceanic blu-i-sh sycophancy and reddish intolerance
Which is only reminiscences of the black jackboot
Days of the Abacha junta.
Alayande Stephen. T
20th,September,2005
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Expenditures/costs negotiated/spent before filming begins, including source material rights (for adaptations) and salaries for director, producer screenwriter, and actors.
Whammy Bar ( Little Black Egg.....)
Funks Pond(revamp)
(RUMOR HAS IT) Ernest T. Bass was involved in an interracial relationship with black model Donyale Luna_ they had a child in 1967 he never recognized the child. In 2001 his unrecognized granddaughter began tossing stones at a Mall in Mississauga Canada. It was said she was sing "The Creeks to Dry" skip along in bootie shorts, a white tee shirt and a sleeveless blue jean vest. It was said that she had large beetle bugs in her purse. Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!)
Written By: Pro.Tuum Proximus Maritus
and Doctor Uxor Eius Est
of Wobble Board Fame Inc.
Red Cow Music and Lyric Company
British White Recording Academy
Belgium Blue Sound Prep Inc.
all Produced and Ex-Produced
By Black Angus "Jumpan-Pumpin"
with permission by Star Anise Leather Co. LLC
Copyright Pending
Patent approved
"Cheezey-greazy sour Dill
with Yeasty rolls: Man thats
deliisous!"
Written By:
Huba Datl Chol
Circa 1969
Revised the other day(2023)