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(Prov. 22: 6 / Heb. 5: 14 / Deut. 6: 6-9 / 2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16 / Matt. 19: 13, 14)
(Part One of Two)
If A Child Wants To Eat Candy
All Day Long …
When You Tell Them ‘No!’ - -
Is It Wrong?
If A Child Wants To Stay Up On School Nights
And Not Go To Bed …
Will You Leave The Matter At That
And Do What They Said?
If A Child Wants To Run The Streets
At All Hours of The Night …
Would You Allow It
And Say ‘It’s Alright’?
If A Child Fell Into Hanging Out
With The Wrong Crowd …
Would You Do Nothing
Thereby Showing It’s Allowed?
If A Child Gets Some Silly Notion
And Is Being Misled …
Will You Not Try To Talk
Some Sense Into Their Head?
And When Your Child Makes A Mistake
(‘Cause All Of Us Make Life’s Errors)
Are You Going To Be Loving & Forgiving
Or Come Off Like Some Holy-Terror?
If You See That Your Child’s Life
Is In Imminent Danger …
Would You Leave His Soul’s Wellbeing
To Some Ulterior-Motive Stranger?
All Children Need Education
That’s Why We Send Them To School
But Isn’t Home Training
The Best Place For Understanding Life’s Rules?
Before Your Child Gets Polio or Smallpox
Or Some Other Life Threatening Situation
Would You Not Seek Out Preventative
Medicine or Cures Thru Vaccinations?
If A Child Just Wants To Play
And Not Do Chores or Homework …
Would You Not Try To Find Out
Why A Lazy Streak Is Starting To Lurk?
If Your Child Is Depressed
Unmanageable or Confused …
Would You Not Put Extreme Effort
Into Finding Just What You Could Do?
If A Child Needs To Be Shown Love
and We Withhold Our Kisses & Hugs
Are We Guilty When They Grow Up
Into ‘Crypts & Bloods’?
If Your Child Doesn’t Want To Talk
and Retreat In Hiding From The World
Wouldn’t You Do Everything In Your Power
To Help Your Precious Boy or Baby-Girl?
If Your Child Has Low Self Esteem
Or Shows A Lack of Character …
Wouldn’t You Want To Be
Their Value & Virtue Narrator?
If Your Child Just Really Needs
Someone To Listen & To Talk To …
Would You Not Prefer
that That Someone Be You?
I Once Knew A Police Officer
Who Had Said of His Beat …
A Child Can Get Discipline At Home
Or They’ll Get Their Beatings In The Streets
And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find
(Part One of Two)
Written & © : 7/16/2013
By: The MoonBee
Red Man's Pain
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
Why is it not mine?
The black earth
Or the red clay kind
The swamp or mountain high
All the places where my grandfathers lie
They used to roam free with the buffalo and deer
Before the white man came to see with greedy eyes
they saw my land
So now I cry
I'm needy
And he has me enslaved
If I keep my names he knows; but he took away everything so I chose
To sit silently by as a reminder of what a savage cruel fellow you are
sometimes I think you are kinder
but then I see that same old hate slithering around me
You were much kinder to the black man I see
Cause I'm still here you hate me miserably
You wail about the six million Jews who died
When you killed 22 million of me when you lied and lied and lied and denied
For still this day I'm treated with shame
But you don't know the Red man's pain
The rain, the rain washes the shame
For you've no one to blame
But yourselves
And you can't say you did right
When your hate are wells
For you never let it all come to light
The blankets filled with smallpox
The poisoned food filled with rocks
The winters we were left to freeze
The cries of our dying babies
As they left the living
Lying limp lumps in their weeping mother's arms
You took away a red you screwed her & took a red woman's charms
Dead their hearts when again you took her screaming children away to educate them the white way
Only their skins still testified that they were red till they were dead but as their skins got whiter
Our burdens got lighter all we had to do to be free was be our enemy who we knew we weren't you see
But here we sit on reservations still
Reminders of those you didn't kill
And you hate us still so real we scrape it off our skins with knives of poverty
Our dead cry out from pits of clay
Scars of the past in
Pots we made
Rugs so fine they are priceless now
But never the credit for our civilization can you allow
Incas built towns finer than London Town but
Gold was sought for Spanish crowns so you stripped skin off a piece at a time to make them give all they could find then killed everyone left
But kept all their treasures to melt down to bars of gold for your mankind
For we weren't treated as men
But something beneath our red skin
An animal without family and feelings
But we shout we are human beings
It was quite a surprise to us
when monsters came out of the night,
the beasts and bad guys of legends
who for so long gave us a fright.
We thought they lived on movie screens,
pulpy books, and local folklore,
until they came to prey on us,
and we all learned that they were much more.
The panic, at first, was intense,
folks were dying, it seemed surreal,
vampires, zombies, werewolves, ghosts,
and other such beasties were real.
They were as bad as legend said,
but we soon figured out one truth,
the ways to kill them in legend
really worked—we knew what to do.
The werewolves were the easiest,
you just bought some silver-tip rounds,
given all this country’s hunters
it took two years to gun them down.
As for ghosts, if you do not know,
ectoplasm is diffuse matter,
floating in air, it is easy prey
for the common vacuum cleaner.
Then dump it into a furnace,
and watch the ghostie burn away,
old houses everywhere were safe,
no more hauntings came into play.
Vampires could blend in the best,
of the monsters they killed the most,
UV flashlights or smeared garlic
was all it took to make them toast.
The zombies, good lord, they were slow,
and not all that hard to destroy,
army snipers would take head shots,
and attack choppers were deployed.
They’d shoot down with their miniguns,
guaranteed they’d catch zombie head,
since the undead liked to cluster,
an easy target for sprayed lead.
We even had a kaiju-type
dragged its lumbering form onshore,
just as big as a skyscraper,
a three-hundred foot carnivore.
We fired antiship missiles,
half-dozen of them did the trick,
set up some coastal air patrols
to take care of the beasts right quick.
In retrospect, it all makes sense,
after all, we are humankind,
we’ve been waring since we could walk,
countless weapons came from our mind.
We’ve killed sabertooths and smallpox,
run down real threats without pity,
killed tens of thousands in battle,
even nuked two of our cities.
What’s a werewolf compared to that?
What threat’s a vampire these days?
Those beasts should be afraid of us,
since we always find ways to slay.
Maybe we need better monsters,
a challenge for our evolved state,
something that can inspire fear,
the kind we can appreciate—
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
They said you came from chimpanzees—
That deep in some African jungle
You leapt across species,
A silent hunter cloaked in blood.
But we have lived with chimpanzees
For tens of thousands of years.
We shared forests,
We shared meat,
We shared mythologies.
Why now?
They claim you're a natural disease—
But if that were true,
Why does nature not offer a cure?
Polio fell. Smallpox vanished.
Yet you—since 1981—
Have danced above the heads
Of even our greatest minds.
You are not nature’s design.
You are manmade silence.
You are a disease of profit,
A political invention,
A capitalist experiment gone global.
You were born in the shadows
Of white laboratories
Fueled by Cold War paranoia,
By the greed of corporations
And the prejudice of empires.
You made kings of pharmaceutical companies
And slaves of the sick.
You are not a virus.
You are a business model.
Billions have been spent.
Trillions earned.
You made markets out of mortality.
You made luxury yachts
From the suffering of mothers.
The cure?
Buried beneath patents,
Guarded by legal walls
And the blood of the voiceless.
If the world can send robots to Mars,
Edit genes,
Simulate universes—
Why can’t it cure a virus
With a mapped genome
And decades of study?
The answer is clear:
Because your existence
Feeds the engines of greed.
Because a cured patient
Is less profitable
Than a permanently treated one.
And you dare—
You dare to point your trembling finger at Africa,
The continent where life began,
And say: “There. That is where I was born.”
Lies.
The first known case?
The USA, 1969.
A teenager.
No jungle.
No monkey.
Just silence.
You demonized a continent
To distract from your laboratories.
You blamed the poor
To protect the rich.
But truth, like water, always finds a crack.
And now—
The world is watching.
The veil is lifting.
Young scientists are rising
Not for profit,
But for justice.
For healing.
For the truth.
Your days are numbered,
HIV.
Not because you are strong—
But because your creators
Can no longer contain the storm they sparked.
And when the truth stands,
No lie—
No corporation—
No empire—
Can withstand its weight.
We see you.
We name you.
We end you.
Why, the greatest enemy of man is man
for man has subdued everything else
Fear not the tiger, fear the murderer's plan
Just hearken well to what history yells!
At times twas jingoism, at times a rancorous desire to do harm
Fear just man's malice and his ugly evil
If his dagger blow fails, he'll get you by black magic charm
His heart and mind alone well shelter the devil.
For how many fall prey to lions or snakes
one could even count them on fingers
Man invents a cure for smallpox but missiles too he makes
and he mercilessly kills without harbingers.
Man invented as many things for his destruction and harm
as he did for his benefit and good
He's inventor of bombs as well as tractors on the farm
And doesn't he detest acting as he should?
Man alone is behind the bloodiest of bloodshed
The angels too had foreseen his wars and battles
From the gory battlefield to the humble homestead
with the shrieks of murder our earth forever rattles!
Close your doors and your home secure
not to deter beasts, but to lock out the robber, the thief
For no greater danger than man lurks there for sure
Fear not the fierce bull, that you can turn into beef!
Wild beasts might be known to gobble us up
but isn't man as well found to be a cannibal?
Gosh, humans too on human flesh do sup
Man tis far more fearsome than any poor animal.
The greatest enemy of man thus is man himself
How much blood has he ruthlessly spilt of his own kind
Look out for the bottle of poison on his shelf
Till the deed is done, no knowing what goes on in his mind.
The poor young lady refrains from venturing out at night
How now, what does she so fear?
She fears nothing but assault by man's might
so rarely is she stalked by a grizzly bear!
Fortunately for us, this ain't how it always ends
man can always be the best of friends
So we can still count more on buddies and cronies
instead of focusing on foes and fiends.
For man he can be a hero and saviour
if judicious he is about right and wrong behaviour.
Besides religion as I know, infact does actually foretell
That the end of ALL killers and murderers
is that inferno of divine wrath we all know as hell!
though the
reality of death
enveloping
everyone we love
(swallowing our worlds up whole
like a vacuum doing in those
ants that cruise along the surface of
the carpet (working, working, working)
until that fateful day when the
human occupants see fit to destroy
civilizations of insects which may
ironically, inevitably, outlive themselves
if/when the nukes fly, the biochems
spray, or the governments of the world
decide its time to accidentally leak
those wellsprings of smallpox, etc. said
to be eradicated & merely history
back out into the veins of our decrepit
species),
looms over us all,
it shows its face ever so more vibrantly
when the loved one is older, very sick, but
determined to outlive the cancer spreading
inside them---
with the persistence of Hitchens,
they run on the treadmill &
though one has to admire the fight,
it is quite difficult, as one who cares so
deeply, to not see the need for rest to be
something which at this point, should be
of utmost importance.
so the loved ones worry,
day & night,
night & day,
because it feels as if the day is coming closer
when the person they love
will be gone forever &
the plethora of emotion ranges from
sadness to anger (an obvious sadness, but an
anger that ones hands are tied---that one cannot
stop the cancer on their own & that no one has
the right to tell/ask anyone how to spend their
last days, even if all they do is work)---
so we wait.
we wait for the tragedy to come,
a rehearsal for our own
individual
end,
but one so much more painful &
terrifying---
like staring out the window of a train,
seeing an explosion & pure chaos up
ahead &
the train is slowing down,
with the doors locked (doors for which
you have no key) &
even the air inside the train car
is getting thicker, hotter &
as sweat begins to bead on the forehead,
it truly is getting harder & harder to
breathe.
You Can Lead a Republican to our Constitution
(But You Can’t Make Him Think)
Though fools claim love for Constitution, ‘Founders’ floundered on its beach.
“One man! One vote!” ‘God’s revelation! ‘Women,’ ‘slaves’ vote? Who can teach?
A ‘White Man’s A*s,’ he hopes is his! A woman’s a*s? (Such thoughts perverse!),
her offspring chattel (but for boys!) Her daughters? Dowries! There’s a curse!
Our Founders thought the Pope demonic, King’s rule, too, seemed poisoned well!
Let’s pass ‘Just Laws’ we all agree with! Rule 1: Things I like are swell!
Democracy full-blown’s a new thing, freedom’s not a toy for child,
dictator’s fine if he’s my servant! Brother mine, your thoughts quite wild!
Friend, your dictator’s kin to Hitler, Nuremberg’s too good for him.
Eyes off my wife and daughters too! Discover them if death’s your whim!
Rule 2: What’s mine is mine, what’s yours gets taxed till it’s not yours (helps keep
dictator’s eyes off all my stuff!). This way I might just get some sleep!
We gave brown Indians poisoned blankets (smallpox toxin thought germane)
to clear the West for Pilgrim’s Progress (wagons crossing their domain).
Rule 3: If land’s unfenced it can’t be yours! It’s fruit? God’s gift to strong,
all water, mountains, hills and plains. Rocks, woods, and grass, to strength belong.
The Constitution tries to make law serve all people best it can.
It recognizes many skillsets (some divergent) make a man.
We must not judge! Some skills aren’t missed until they are (then save the day!)
when value’s found in something bending, pots hold water (formed from clay!)
Long Tooth
December 6th in 2022
Poet’s Notes:
A fun variation on an old saying! “You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink!
Pardon skepticism, but it’s true
There’s too much ado about Swine Flu
Thirty-one deaths by May of ‘09
In 25 nations worldwide
Avoid all public transportation
And forego annual vacations
Protect us from the dreaded Swine Flu
By closing our schools and churches too
The government was slow to react
When HIV first left its tracks
On drug users, gay communities
Thousands died in the 1980s
But when the “pure of soul” met demise
With blood transfusions linked to lost lives
AIDS won interest from politicians
Lightning struck, they sprang into action
Swine Flu can kill, but what’s the fuss?
Other illnesses claim more of us
Look back to the Fourteenth Century
For true epidemiology
Black Death caused widespread annihilation
Nearly half Europe’s population
The Smallpox deadly legacy
Egypt-born, 1350 BC
Fifteen million had this disease
As recent as the 1960s
Eradication finally defined
December 1979
Return to Century Fourteen
To find the world’s first quarantines
Cholera ships confined to ports
But still this plague reached landlubbers’ doors
Regular flu in winter thrives
Each week taking 800 lives
Though common colds seldom spell doom
Thousands flock to emergency rooms
So answer this: Why all the hype
When Swine Flue takes a gentler bite
Newspaper headlines must be filled
Across their banners Swine Flue spills
Or could these reports be diversions
For something more foul in our nation
Are dogs now being wagged by their tails
As health hazards go, the Swine Flu pales
Hire Willie to write a theme song
But don’t expect us to sing along
Don’t blink, or Washington may think
They’ve succeeded in this hoodwink
It will take time
to phase out oil-based
technology people from
the oil industry
Could also be used
creating, pipelines
building desalination
plants o get water
Into the mountains
means plenty of work
for people
Imagine all the pipelines
you would have to create
Granted if we started today
with rich people buying electric cars
it would take time for that technology
To filter down to the poor
granted you all want jobs
you all want healthy economies
take time to change
Take time to adapt to change
create plans that include the needs
of all people God created
a balanced world
where nature had the ability
to clean the air
and create a stable environment
in reclaiming arad lad
spreading plants into places
they couldn't reach
in growing trees on mountains
that where arad before
you would be giving nature
the chance to heal the world
at one time the human race
through faeces into the street
urine and faeces in the street
created the breeding ground
for the plagues smallpox
and many more
The world looked at God and blame him
but in truth, it was their fault
they changed, they build toilets
they build sewage systems
They learned about viruses
they built hospitals
they started scrubbing hands
they overcame their pollution problem
now we face another pollution problem
one man's problem
is another man's challenge
working together
We can overcome
these problems
accepting climate change
is the first step
building plans
taking time to effect change
helping people in a job transition
there is plenty of work for people
if we use our brains
to make effective plans
A NATION IN CRISIS…FALLING APART
It has been said that America
is an experiment in democracy.
If that is so—and it seems to be—
this country is in deep septic trouble.
Today, the mad dog political moniker
can no longer be looked upon as a joke;
for America, in its political experiment
in democracy, has truly gone made and
is now falling apart from its rabid agents
of abject bigotry, hate, and racism.
It appears that the pre-experimental exercise
of attempting to make slaver as common
as shackling pets today, has forced
modern-day mad dog political power mongers
to readjust their corruptive variables
to ensure desired collateral damage outcomes.
Indeed, the demonizing of the innocent
to rationalize ethnic-based murder,
has become a Hitler-like tactic
that has proven its “negative-good” desire
that has arisen from this Frankenstein-styled
political experimentation—sick exploitation.
Though most of the rabid “hit men” of the racist
power-mongers are dead, others and their backers,
due to the allowed irregularities of justice, will and do,
remain alive to pontificate their demeaning rhetoric
of coded domestic terrorism, painfully canvassing
a bloody mosaic of a grieving nation in a bloody crisis.
How long America…how long shall it be…before
this nation becomes inoculated against the viral infection
of apathy that seems to have taken on a rabid smallpox-like
endurance, that continues to mesmerize us to simply watching
the newsy dramatization of the falling apart of a nation in crisis?
Pray tell—God’s will done—the answer will be…not long!
Wake up, people! This is no damn nightmare; it’s today’s reality.