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Putin said he wouldn't invade, but then he's known for his lies
So when he sent in his murdering scum, it came as no surprise
It will go down in the annals of history, as Putin's great blunder
And if anything it's united Ukraine, and not tore it asunder.
American President Joe Biden has now found a way
To make that despicable war criminal, Vlad Putin pay
To Ukraine he's sending lethal predator, and reaper drones
That will help to build stocks of dog food, of Russian bones.
Russian soldiers are not human from what we have seen
You've read and seen the evidence, so you know what I mean
They're gutless and have yellow streaks all down their backs
And scurry down to the sewers when Ukraine counter attacks.
Russians fire from a distance and let their lethal missiles fly
At hospitals, nurseries and any innocent civilians passing by
They only kill unarmed men, women and children, who pose no threat
But Russia, the civilised world is watching and we will not forget.
Red flags are what the Russians are using, to justify a crime
But the world is not stupid and it can see through the grime
A Russian town on the border was shelled so they could blame Ukraine
Then used it as an excuse to inflict, more misery and pain.
Every Despot who commits war crimes will always pay the price
Putin the war dog will be put down, Ukraine will not think twice
He'll have to surround himself with thugs and be lucky every day
But an avenger will only have to strike lucky once, to make Putin pay.
No tears were shed when he lost his flagship, in the black sea
It is one lethal weapon less to use, against that war torn country
The west thought sanctions alone would bring this war to an end
But it hasn't really worked, so more arms the west must send.
The battle for the Eastern Donbas region is well underway
And for those brave Ukrainian defenders, we must all pray
They're fighting to defend their freedom and sovereignty
But only military aid from the West will ensure their victory.
The horrific scenes we've seen on the news of towns reduced to rubble
Are because Putin knows he's not winning and that he's in trouble
At his forthcoming military parade, he's hoping to announce a victory
But if he was an honest man he'd tell his country, that he's failed miserably.
Written on 20th April 2022
The day Mitchell Malden became a hero
he had only meant to go for a drink,
paced slowly into Slimbed’s only saloon,
where he noticed an unpleasant stink.
He saw Delaney Hannigan at cards
and figured that explained the bad smell,
that rustler spent his days out in the bush,
scum like him never did come off well.
He only came to town to spend stolen loot,
and for some reason the man liked to play,
Mitch himself could not understand why,
the fool just lost all his cash in the games.
So Mitch ignored him, enjoyed his drink,
tasted fine after a day running cows,
then came a loud roar, and angry howl:
“You damned cheats, throw those guns down right now!”
The poker table then crashed, upended,
Mitch look back, saw Delaney with a gun,
“I’m tired of this bar stealing my coin,
so y’all put your hands up, everyone!”
For a moment nobody dared a move,
Al knew Delany was the type to kill,
Nobody else had a pistol drawn
So they coolly acquiesced to his will.
Delaney stalked closer, saw Mitch’s old colt,
said,”Listen close and you’ll suffer no harm.
You take that iron out of that gunbelt
and you lay it down real nice on the bar.”
Mitchel did what the bandit desired,
there was no other way he could figure,
but Mitch’s hand shook, and when he put it down
his finger brushed back against the trigger.
The gun fired as it touched the bar-top,
the slug pierced Delaney’s big forehead,
he pitched backwards, the folks looking on,
when he hit the ground he was stone dead.
A moment of stunned silence fell on them,
then came a storn of folk shaking his hand.
“Making that cool think you would go alone…
Now that there’s the play of a clever man!”
Mitch was stunned, but he said not a word,
just let the procession bring him to the street,
soon all of the town knew of his brave deed
and heralded this heroic feet.
The newspapers even picked up the tale,
earning Mitch a good measure of fame,
soon enough he found himself the mayor,
and got a pretty girl to take his name.
All though he was the smartest gunfighter,
and all his life he was a sensation,
the bar where this happened still stands today,
visited by folk across the whole nation.
It’s only I, his great-great-great grandson,
who knows the truth of what happened back then,
but who am I to tell it like it was
when everybody does so love the legend?
Here are questions that I would be asking Trump.
have many crosses to burn
why never will take your turn
before start did adjorn
poor things have proposed
why are you being exposed
lying we supposed
with supporters mingles
and why do you have shingles
while dry skin tingles
only lies have sought
why forget to take your shot
beneath collar be hot
burn things to stubble
why do you cause much trouble
face on balloon bubble
have called heart a spade
why are you always afraid
not keep proms made
made bad selection
why start an insurection
need much protection
hearing you am bored
why never pray to the Lord
false teeth you have stored
stolen each mitten
why records have you hidden
which are forbidden
supporters ignore
why do plat golf so poor
steal from local store
questions Trump will ask
why never complete a task
fat body in sun basque
why would you hire
someone you what to fire
and do desire
on head has orange hair
why will you mask never wear
made from underware
questions will ask Trump
why have you been such a grump
on back have big hump
several lies say
why do you mess up my day
for crimes never pay
Trump is surely dumb
while having been a beach bum
with bag full of scum
some say Trump while screech
so why should him we impeach
always lowdown leach
Trump seems full of glum
with you why is only doom
your rot in each room
raises much static
why make things problematic
being drug addict
if you want to more add
when I read them will be glad
news Trump has been bad
Trump has blowing his stack
why would you
want to come back
while making wise crack
Trump has lost his wits
why would you have called it quits
should be blown to bits
If you did not laugh
should take another warm bath
Be burned with much wreath
Trump started screaming
Why no features redeeming
Bright orange hair beaming
never passed a test
why her body did you molest
we were not impressed
Trump likes to linger
Why are you a bad singer
Flipped up his finger
Trump let bed bugs bite
why temptation do you fight
run away in freight
Trump motto he made
why on market do you trade
when of sense not a blade
born without a brain
why did Trump become insane
always will remain
His lies plentiful
Trump why is posture pitiful
and brain miiscule
Your vision is clear
No longer deafened
But able to hear
Child to man, you stand
Your time is now
Lashing motion of your judgmental hand
Tongue and teeth gnashing a solid command:
'As a man forged flesh and bone
Of my native mother's land
Risen from soil and stone
Formed by my father's hand
Sworn by purity, prosperity and protection
Oppositional lines were crossed
We will not fall to, but fight this infection
As we sight this spreading viral sign
We become an antibody when barrel and skull align
Unabided are the restraints of government laws
Severed for our birth-given right
As men of white
To follow a greater cause
You say I am but one
Yet I am the face of the revolution
I am the hand of your salvation
The hope of this beloved nation
And I am a bullet inside a chamber of many
Justified death and destruction beside me as any
This bloodline of the swine
Inhale it's deportation
Standing pure and solid, we shine
Exhale it's existence
Rid this worldly contamination
They have no quality to bear such arrogance
Take this hand of salvation
Join our march to everlasting victory
Walk with us these winding roads of Hell
Fly this flag of truth and know our story
So truth is exactly what you'll return to tell
So that you will see what I have seen
And come to understand what we truly mean
When along with our hoisted flag
Bleeds the head of the Z.O.G. Machine.
So the Death's Head marches
Just like the sea before the storm
The darkened depths of destructive minds churn
A single motion of haunting form
To ensure that this scum will learn
A bullet among many, indeed
Columns of each an idea
Bearing seed
A mirror image of one another
Vengeance consumed for the rape of their mother
The cities burn as the S.S. discern the corpses
From the walking dead
Still forward marches the Death's Head
The tide rises in a hailing salute of hands outstretched
High toward the crimson sky
Carving a path toward gates Heaven bound
The streets, a tranquil lullaby of no sweeter sound
Eyes cast upward
Swastika pupils dance along a hellfire grin
Certainty that this can be no sin
A chant for succession in the hour of white power
Proud, bloodstained and pale
They chant, "Sieg heil!"
With grace and glory, our men of alike blood
Hold high both head and hand
Against this threat we'll never fail to stand
They can't hide from the drowning tide
We are the Black Band.
Beyond what’s said and be done,
Lies the hideous Black Sun,
Whose aim is to run a’ground,
To tear and destroy all around,
Plan in the years passed away,
Silent this Dragon appeared to stay,
But behind this stillness insidious lay,
When all were not bothered, they’d party and play,
This ‘Anti-Christ,’ a unity diabolic,
Worked against his foe that frolic,
Rumors spread but silenced all,
Tis’ Dragon’s besieged the saints that out-said,
What horrors run amidst this land!
The Truth has beld upon this sand,
And when it saw, it’s peril’s woe,
They plotted against their powerful foe,
Cowards! They couldn’t face the West,
Call a meeting, their devilish best,
‘What to do?’ They all did ask,
Endlessly thought! A diabolic task!
One stood up and said ‘I know,’
Send this enemy a cowardly ‘Sore,’
But first they test amongst themself,
Found a cure and hid it shelf,
Behest WHO to withhold so,
To spread this Bioweapon low as low,
After breakout, they cried a’foul,
‘Blame the West!’ this Dragon growled,
That Ignorant WHO, really need ask,
‘Who is WHO?,’ an investigative task!
Must be done, to further protect the West,
From this Dragon and its scum-behest,
All are hostage to this Marxist-Mao,
Rise up O’Hong Kong, do not bow,
Show the world how wrong they are,
About this Dragon and its reach afar,
It must be said, that once this done,
The Dragon stretched its arms a’help,
Confused the Cause and its Spread?
After all, ‘Who can contend against it?’ it said,
But Wisdom sees this trick a’play,
It does not give in all the way,
But I urge cut all the ties,
Till it starves, burns and dries,
Rise up and hold siege this accursed beast,
I implore you O’Saint Michael put a leash,
Hurdle it to the bottom-less pit,
Where in torment and pain its sit,
For what it has done from past be seen,
Only blood shed wherever it’s been,
Crushed its head already be,
Satan lies defeated under ‘Our Lady,’
Don’t be afraid my people of West,
Rise up and confront this Beast that thinks its best,
I assure you that, its tail it will tuck and run,
When it sees your Armies come,
And on that day China will know,
With the west, don’t play tick-tack-toe,
All your intimidation is useless O’Chin,
You will be defeated; this War the West will surely win!
Mao’s China must fall!
Autumn leaves and melancholy
The city park an Oasis for a lovers stroll
As the cold nights invade the city lights
Park benches, the hotels for the homeless
A vagrant inebriated man, withered
Drunk and destitute, no home to go
He lies listless, snoring on the park bench
Ragged clothes and a tattered life
Wake UP Wake UP
Shoved by the Police in the dead of night
You must move on old man
Or we shall issue you a court summons
Ah but where shall I go? he boldly demands
This is of no concern of ours old drunk
You must vacate this park now
We have no time for old drunk fools
The old man asks, and who pray tell are you?
I am the police, and your nightmare, if you don’t vacate now
Oh Police? Not officers of the peace? Here to serve and protect?
And who pray tell are you serving and protecting tonight?
Do not talk back old man
Worse things than a summons may befall upon you
Now move on you stinky drunk
As the story goes, the old man moved on, drunk and broken
The next day, no better for the wear
The old man rose, to begin another beggar’s day
Voices inside tormented him
Wounds from long ago
Today, he proclaimed time to collect his just rewards
His teeth ached, his belly hurt
He bought a gun, from the toy store
All he could afford
Off he went to the City Bank
Time for a withdrawal
Hand me all your cash he demanded
The teller whispered
Old man we all know you
You can not think to get away?
Why you barely stumbled your way in here
I doubt you can make it to your getaway bus?
- concern and compassion in her voice
He replied all proud
None the less hand me your cash
My plan is sound, you pretty lass
Fear not I mean no harm to you sweetie
At the door, those very same Police
Yelled drop your weapon
And so he did
As they pushed him violently to the ground
Sitting in the back seat, he smiled
Finally justice will be served
The Officer scolded him
You drunk, you will be locked away now you scum
40 years before, the irony of life was to be painted
The old drunk saved the life of a fellow soldier
Who had a son, whom became a police officer
Irony is the sadness that shall sink many a heavy heart
Now the old man, with 10 years in prison
Finally his country paid his dues
This old war vet, got his 3 square meals
His teeth all fixed and healthcare for an ailing heart
God bless those who truly serve and protect
A man like you considered I a myth...
They just do not exist in nature.
There must along side something odd herewith.
Dark and poignant. I meet you, stranger.
You read, you write, you're just great with people,
You are decent, honest and content.
While you are caressing my bare nipple
You like my jokes, laugh and pay the rent.
You are genuine, creative, daring,
You try new things out and you like kids.
I met you weeks ago and now I'm scared
How in the world would I get a grip
On all these feelings, such strong affection?
You have simply set the bar too high...
But you gave me purpose and direction.
I grew a tumor, thank God, benign.
You play guitar and you compose music.
Yet you are successful in a biz
Of suits, agreements, you like my pubic
Hair. You can pleasure me, you're a whiz!
You're into arts and theater, ballet.
Balzac and Rodin - those you admire.
You are set to win while I fell astray.
You will sing and sculpt when you retire.
You are tender, fit, cute and you do sports.
How do these get along together?
You are attentive, kind, you rule in court,
Want to dress me in suit of leather.
You sing, you're politically correct,
Feelings take in consideration.
Oh how losing you one cannot regret?
You brought me hope and liberation.
Oh yes and you negotiate too well.
This art you've mastered long ago.
You are insightful, you are bright, you're swell!
You are simple and you drink Bordeaux.
You prefer treating women like a queen.
That still exists? I thought it doesn't.
You feel real deep but you are made of steel.
I slumped in love all of a sudden.
I surely saw a lot of men before...
I played with them, I tried to tame one
With no success, was left completely sore,
Longed to dissipate. My song was sung.
I closed my eyes, ran from all this hassle.
Negotiating with scum. Little use.
Was occupied with survival, wrestle.
It's when I met you I was set loose.
None of the men I have ever been with
Could touch the bar set by my dad.
Among the boyfriend myriad you're fifth
You topped my dearest dad. I'm glad.
My heart is rocking. Can't believe it! Wow!
Your daughters have a hard time choosing...
I have to learn again to live the now.
They? They'd better get used to losing...
*This is an actual letter that I wrote to my father, so it's not written in any form of
poetry in mind. It just comes from the heart, and I think that's the best kind of
poetry. I know the grammer is proper, but I my eyes were full of tears and that's the
last thing I cared about at the moment*
Dear Father,
I have a question for you. Do you hate me or something? Because it seems like no
matter what I do, I do it wrong, and no matter what I say I'm being whinny or rude.
I'm sorry if I've upset you, but I don't believe I have. I have been so nice to you and
helped you out a lot these past few months and all I get in return is hurt. I ndon't
understand why you always have to be mean to me. You tell me to tell you how I
feel, but when I do I get yelled at for it, because I'm just a 'PUNK 17 YEAR OLD". I
don't know why I've been so nice to you when you treat me like the scum of the
earth. So can you please explain it to me? You've told us stories about how your dad
was such a jerk and how he pushed you all away, and I'm sorry, but I don't really
see a difference between you two. You're pushing all of us kida away from you and
making us not want to be around you. You're making me cry everyday and I know
for a fact you're hurting everyone else too. I'm not trying to be whinny or rude, or
even hurt your feelings with this letter, but I thought you would want to know what
you're doing to me. And how you're me not even want to live at home anymore. I
remember back before Evony, you were way nicer and you didn't drink as much. We
actually did stuff, like play cards, just the two of us, right before I went to bed. But
now when we do that, we have to play by your computer so you can still play your
stupid game. You can't even pull away from that STUPID GAME for ten minutes to
play a game with your daughter, and show her that even though you may not show
it, that you do still love her. It's really hurting me to write this, and I'm sure it hurts
you to read it, but I'm hoping that by writing this letter, I will no longer cry because
of you every night. Even though you may hurt me all the time, I do still love you. And
I hope you still love me too, even though I'm not sure if you do anymore.
Love Sierra
Form:
III.
The following day Carmen sat with her mom,
learning how to cook the books and more,
when suddenly there came a thundering {smash,
that ripped right through the main office door.
In came a SWAT team, four dozen-large,
fanning out as cold panic set in,
one went to Fileena, gun covering her,
said,”Puts your hands up or we start shooting!”
Fileena was stunned, and threw up her palms,
said,”I-Impossible, how did you find us?”
Carmen then said,”Mom, it wasn’t that hard,
I told them all they would need for this bust.
"It wasn't that hard, cameras can be so small,
small enough to disguise as a broach,
the kind that I've worm since I was a girl,
all that I saw yesterday, they now know."
Fileena looked over to her daughter,
said,”But why would you do this to me?!”
Carmen’s stare darkened as she replied:
“Well mother, you made it very easy.
“Did you really think that I would forget
those seventeen years that transpired,
where you decided not to be my mother
so you could go build a damn drug empire?!
“Did you really think I would just accept
a life living as criminal scum?
That I wouldn’t see my future in a jail cell,
dressed in orange, under a guard’s gun?
“If dad had told me, back when I was a kid,
I would not have believed it to be the truth,
but now that I’ve met you, it’s become clear,
he did the right thing hiding me from you.
“Do all of your riches excuse all this,
the great damage that your ‘product’ inflicts?
Does dressing it up like some legit firm
save the life of those miserable addicts?
“You know damn well that your drugs will kill,
that they fuel nothing but violence and crime,
and yet you still do it, feel no remorse,
for that you deserve endless hard time!”
“You ungrateful *****!”Fileena did scream,
as two cops wrestled her to the ground.
“After all that I did to rescue you…
I regret that I ever pushed you out!”
Carmen shook her head at the whole scene,
said,”You think you were helping me here?
making me a felon, a filthy drug lord,
forced to spend my whole live spreading fear?
“You may have given me my brains and looks,
at least that’s what dad always use to say,
but as for my morals, my conscience, my soul…
Those are fine gifts that my father gave."
It was said by pilgrim sons next to the Boston Harbor,
That to take tax without redress was action of dishonor.
And so a team of farmers went and built themselves an army,
To drive the redcoats off their land and end George’s tyranny.
We’re beating drums and ask your sons to come now to our aid
We’re marching out as men along the patriot’s parade.
Them red-devil Injuns ain’t no good and they cavort in sin!
So forget your Ma’s and Pa’s my boys the calvr’y needs a win.
We’ll drive them savages off them fields and make that land our own,
Them whisky barons should pay too for drunks and broked men’s homes
We’re beating drums so tell your sons to come now to our aid
We’re marching out as soldiers along the patriot’s parade.
The government of 1812 wanted lands Canadian
they also set about with plans to take captured Lousianne.
Those Brits they really gave us cause with press-gang’d merchant sailors.
Rise up you merry lads and arm let’s feed those Brits to gators!
We’re beating drums to protect your sons so come now to our aid
We’re marching yet again along the patriot’s parade.
Keep sending sons to mount and ride against the red-man nations,
In Texas good men hold back Santa Anna’s salutations.
The yellow cinaman’s opium turns strong men into slaves,
We need to climb Mt. Fiji and teach Japan we rule the waves.
We’re beating on the drums again, not empire, just foreign aid;
We’re sailors, soldiers and marines on a patriot’s parade.
Them fed’ral scum think they can ru’n our way of life. ‘tain’t southern.
They’re try’na undercut our vote by free’n the ‘raff for breedin’.
Those southern states how dare they break from this nation we’re building?
We can’t let constitution bar the way that we are growing!
We’re sailors, soldiers and your sons on a patriot’s parade
We’re the real army and your true sons on patriot’s parade
You may think we’ve fought enough and we all wish that it were so,
But truth be told we need to scold Koreans on Ganghwado.
And even if that weren’t so bad rustlers have crossed the border,
We need more men that we can send to restore Texan order.
We’re beating on new drums, you’ll see, all dressed in golden braid,
The army, navy and marines on patriot parade!