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Everyone is searching for answers in the midst of current tragedies
Two unarmed black men and five white cops gunned down mercilessly
Black in Americans are incensed over the slaying of so many black men
But the answer is not the killing of white cops to make it even
Yet there is very little sympathy or justice when a black man is slayed
But if a white cop is shot a social uproar is on full display
Dear America I need you to comprehend it's about the economy
As there's not enough to go around for the majority
The economical and political climate of Jesus's time is just like today
Where the poor and downtrodden are hopeless, harassed and totally dismayed
The system then and the system now continues to perpetrate
A class of low income and disenfranchised who can never formulate
A means to attain any kind of status or develop any wealth
Living in substandard conditions which affects their self worth
Oppressed, depressed and totally distressed
Never to ever experience any form of progress
And until there is progress for all there will be economic strife
And until there is true equality there will be no peace in life
We need to address the ideology that systemically demonizes
And remember America was founded with violence and needs to realize
That African Americans will no longer sit quietly
and see our people be killed everyday
No justice, no peace and we will have our say
We are all children of the most high God
He loves us all and has us in His heart
You are no better than me and I'm no better than you
And the color of our skin doesn't make that less true
Dear America I hope you come to comprehend and understand
That all lives do matter be you a Caucasian or a Black man
Dear America we need to be like Jesus and have true compassion
With a desire to make positive change its time to take action
Dear America I need you to open your eyes and truly see
That there is no more plantation occupancy
Black Americans are now educated and many economically sound
We are no longer your property so stop trying to tear us down
We are more than conquerors we are survivors
and we claim the victory
Its time for you to let go of that slave owner mentality
My heart goes weary; shrinking,
I can't think right.
My thoughts float sinking,
It won't go filming delight.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
The inner dinner of the believer,
Is a threat to standard.
The outer doubter of the sinner,
Is a blessing to substandard!
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Washing all hearts should become our aim;
In all words, acts are more of success
Crying with kindled souls turned a wailing game;
In all acts, words are more of distress.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Comfort cleanse depression,
Without traces of GUISE.
StaIwart brings impression,
Beyond shadows of DYES.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Now, we will please His WAYS,
Despite all our natures.
Then, we won't remove His BAIZE,
No matter how hard to bear a nomenclature.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We shall at will go for rebirth!
Hallelujah! He nailed himself this the cross;
For us, He endured the BEING loss.
Hosanna! He embraced all the wounds;
Not a single curse, His efforts are been crowned.
Yet, for us are his pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
Unto all is a life and its style,
Be ye man or woman.
Unto all is choice and its cost,
Be ye strong or weak.
Yet, for us are His pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
Don't be afraid of their smiles,
The enemies of great Aaron.
Rather, be joyous that they defrost,
Hence, doors of pretence freak.
Yet, for us are His pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
He standout as the only One,
Pleading at the right hand of God
Despite our betrayals like Simeone,
He cares for all against every odd.
Happy to know you are willing...
Gracious you, should not lean on SELF.
Be open and call for His help killing...
Every hindrance knowledge binds on shelf.
Evrntually..
Eventually I know that someday everything will be OK
Maybe not right at this very moment but someday
How do I know? Is that easy for me to say?
Definitely NOT but its all I've got to get thru each day
Life so much better when you were there
I hope one day to wake up from this nightmare
The finality of the situation just to much for me to bear
The hand you were dealt so unfair
Dont worry he's gonna pay for
His reckless substandard care
Wish I would have had a hint or some time to prepare
Gonna make him sorry he took it there
He's got some nerve how does he dare?
Two can play this game
All too soon he will will aware
For now my broken heart in serious need of repair
Have to hold on that one day we will be together U & me
The way it was meant to be
We will embrace and rejoice...eventually
The big picture a lifetime without
You I just can't see
Your warm and nurturing presence
the most beautiful on Earth to ME
Take it day by day thats my Philosophy
Helps alot to know that your still here walking right beside me
The only thing that gives me some peace
Eventually this pain my soul shall release
It has to I have to be OK
I will think of you each and every day
Your strength I will call upon along the way
Im selfish Wish that God hadn't called you to walk that way
Our memories live inside me and that's where theyll fprever stay
I was SOO hoping to care for you
A chance to repay
All that u gave on my life in every way
My worst fear came to life that fateful day
The deep love you gave to me my saving grace
My precious Mother our memories cant be erased
I miss everything
Most of all your warm and welcoming face
Eventually I hope to move on because you would tell me that's
the only way
"It is what it is Booby tommows
another day"
Right now bow my head and pray
To YOU my Beloved Mom something I want to say
THANK U FOR EVERYTHING & HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!
Russia's losses have been greater with their Ukrainian invasion
Compared to nine years in Afghanistan, another miscalculation
Many towns and cities in Ukraine are now being taken back
As Ukrainian defenders launch, a devastating counter attack.
At a river in the Donbas region the Russians tried to cross
But were met with fierce resistance and suffered a great loss
An entire Russian battalion with tanks and vehicles too
Have met with a horrific end, as Ukrainian missiles flew.
How many more losses can the cowardly Russians take?
But they'll never admit, that they have made a grave mistake
Their substandard ageing weapons are being put to the test
And are no match for NATO weapons, which are simply the best.
The first war criminal is in the dock, and his trial is underway
For an act of cold blooded murder and with his freedom he'll pay
He'll no doubt serve time in a prison cell ,for a very long time
But surely that is too lenient and he should be hung for his crime.
Russia will never conquer Ukraine and it's a war they won't win
The civilised world is sending a clear message to Vladimar Putin
Russia's botched invasion has now caused NATO to expand
Two more countries will now join the alliance, Sweden and Finland.
Russia is threatening the West and NATO, saying it may go nuclear
It's just sabre rattling on their part and they're trying to instil fear
Even if they launched their missiles, it would invoke article five
The Russian state would cease to exist and they wouldn't survive.
Russia should now do the honourable thing and admit defeat
And for Putin to give the order to his forces, in Ukraine to retreat
Acts of aggression won't be tolerated and the west will not give way
And if you invade a peaceful country, then a high price you will pay.
Written 15th May 2022
Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories
Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat
Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled
Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia flashes past
A time of Innocence and Recall of pure Joy
Collecting from lucky packets from the five and dime store
He cherished his treasures and assembled a wealth of its own
Built a shiny smooth fortune traded with his mates from next door
Never lost sight of his satchel clinking and clonking at every stride
Foundations of Wealth and Possessions
They only had a small space on the floor boards smelling of wax
Polished the wood and their skills on their knees with great care
Rolled the little balls one at a time to get the closest to the wall
Practised side spins straight lines curve balls ingenious bounce
Perfection and Victory held their suspense
But the little buggers appeared to have a devious thrall of their own
Fell into knotholes swerved back to where they had come from
Ricocheted recoiled or stayed idle deviated from inglorious norms
Some disappeared in the pantry just in time for a substandard deviation
Snookered in unintended Diversity
Today he respects outliers and dispersion from a delusive tendency
Cherishes and embraces people and places and different paradigms
Which include eccentricity oddballs and nonconformist dissidents
Finds beauty in a spread of reasons emotions and different drifts
When Loneliness strikes he looks fondly at his Marbles
28th June 2019
Virginia, June 8, 1789
James Madison penned the constitution
And on December 15, 1791
It became America’s resolution
The first amendment clearly states
No abridging of the freedom to speak
We may assemble peacefully
With either praise or critique
Facts gathered respectfully
Researched and verified
Presented in a competent manner
So that it’s content is clarified
I am sure this is what Madison meant
When he wrote our Bill of Rights
But people with little or no morals
Have taken it’s meaning to new heights
Our legal right is so often abused
By members of this human race
Speaking not the truth, but secret lies
WIth intent to besmirch and abase
Words contrived of anger not fact
Whispered by a substandard class
Are nothing more than calumniation's
Intended to demean and harass
Comments made in hidden fashion
By those that know they’re wrong
Should reevaluate their own self worth
Before dragging others along
This law was established for one and all
But with this privilege comes obligation
To compose your words with integrity
Absent of false representation
So if you have something to say
That is of any importance at all
Speak only the truth loud and clear
While standing proud and tall
If James Madison were here today
Surely his eyes would fill with tears
At how his words were misconstrued
And dismembered over the years
Cost Overruns
Here in Bolehland, one thing that can be observed and learnt...
It is that Government initiatives are noble and well meant...
Probably each working paper or proposal is well researched and presented...
In order that ample funds can be applied, get approved and funds allocated...
But the implementation phase always leaves much to be desired...
Politicians right, left and centre, there is at least one with grubby fingers in every project...
Political secretaries and ready stoogies clamour and scramble for such projects...
Word is rife, leakages of 10% are peppered along a pipeline within each released project...
By the time the project is finally implemented and actual works begin......
A major portion of the budget has been well siphoned into various pockets...
Before you know it, one observes substandard and problematic projects...
There will some hooha and projects' cost overruns are to be expected...
At the completion of any project, if it does reach successful completion...
The people are provided with inferior finished products....
When the final costs are tallied, a cost overrun is the saving grace...
For Bolehland citizens to enjoy finally the substandard infrastructures....
Hohoho, this is Bolehland, the Land of Infinite Possibilities....
Lousiana, we've been behind in everything for way too long.
We need another leader like Huey P. Long.
We need for us all to live like queens and kings.
To grant Louisiana's economic wish we need another kingfish.
Huey P. Long wanted prosperity for all.
He knew what ist was like not to have much.
He did not want everyone to be in poverty and have such
Substandard living. He gave and never stopped giving.
He did not always do right: but no man is perfect.
But for change he thought Louisiana was much worth it.
He did what he had to do for me and you to have free
Textbooks in public schools, paved roads, pension plans,
He was indeed a man who cared, a man who shared,
From a small town in North Louisiana, Winnfield,
A place full of fields of white gold, and impoverished
Souls of young and old. It was God's will for Huey,
To step forth and Share His Wealth. Like him there
May or may not be anyone else. We need another
Kingfish in Louisiana.To get us up to date, and
In standing with the nation.
We've been behind in everything for way too long.
We need another leader like Huey P. Long.
We need for us all to live like queens and kings.
To grant Louisiana's economic wish we need another kingfish.
wrote 12-14-10
Six Hundred Boys
Six hundred boys were singing in the hall
Six hundred boys were singing in the hall
Six hundred boys were singing there
Singing out a secret prayer
Six hundred boys were singing in the hall
Angelic voices bouncing off the walls
Angelic voices bouncing off the walls
Praying, there would be no pain
The masters, they would show restrain
Angelic voices bouncing off the walls
Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod
Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod
For sliding down the banister
Failing to call the master SIR
Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod
Bend over boy, and get six of the best
Bend over boy, and get six of the best
You shouldn’t be a fighting
Substandard is your writing
Bend over boy, and get six of the best
Touch your toes, hear the swish of cane
Think of England as the blows a reign
Stiff upper lip, as you’re hit
Must remember all that ****
Touch your toes, hear the swish of cane
Six hundred boys were singing in the hall
Six hundred boys standing, proud and tall
Six hundred boys were singing there
Singing out their secret prayer
Angelic voices bouncing off the walls
Nation’s Damnable Blight
Black slender man, bent twig on the branch of a slave’s family tree,
Planted in white culture during infamous time of our history,
From seed transported in the belly of those infernal slave ships.
Bitter tears flowing from his eyes; angry words pouring from his lips.
Spent by long days in fields under hot skies of one hundred degrees,
Living in substandard shacks: wife and babes bearing winter’s freeze.
Broken panes breach for frigid wind; shabby roofs sieve for cold raindrops,
Family worked from sun up to dark to reap the precious crop.
Truth is, most were prisoners of the system evil men devised.
Many struggling to be free from what politicians camouflaged.
Wisdom overrules such folly and the proverb is most profound;
Holding one down makes holder as much a captive as one held down.
This nation, “land of the brave and free”, held out freedom’s lamp to all,
Went out one ominous night and over “liberty’s lamp” threw a pall.
Had wiser men with hearts of love been ruled by God’s Divine Light,
Black and white would have been spared this great nation’s damnable blight.