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We’ve all been young dumb
and unaware so has everyone,
we too were the first generation
growing up with tech others hadn’t
I was born last century so to kids I’m old
Born the same year as Back To The Future
predicting widescreen television, video calls,
audio control, using fax but not computer
Fax and pagers have gone away with phone booths,
VHS and Cassettes, everything was fuzzy,
TV pictures Radio sounds and body hair now removed,
My generation inherited rubbish then we got real busy
Everything computerised, compact and crystal clear,
mobile phones sized like part of Stonehenge
couldn’t hear people talk unless they stood within ear
we sped up our evolution, the crap we had back then
Kids don’t stop and think they use what my generation made
As we did too they now joke “you’re so old you grew up in a cave “
My age group are called millennials, children of the millennium,
We watched as those Twin Towers fell and then lost a war to the Taliban
We grew up hearing stories about the “Greatest Generation”
Their finest hour and the few, the honour that lost the Empire,
We used to rule the waves and had the biggest empire in creation,
And we’re just Great Britain and it’s all gone a bit dire
In this age today, “The Technological Revolution”
On the fringe of World War Three, this dick-tator called Putin,
now I’m not saying assassinate but somebody should shoot him,
Because kids today cannot fight, this war will end us losing
100 years ago we really had the might
how did we reach this point, nothing left
but sh**e
we’ve broken down the race divide the sex divide and preference,
“We must see the Russians off or lose our independence”
A future of lost privileges lacking new creations
imprisoned by technology and bigoted racist nation
winning this war will take “The Greater Generation”
should that day come, history must be the most important education!!
We gave Hitler room, it gave him the advantage,
So I say flatten Moscow, and leave Russian cities damaged,
It’s only going to escalate, casualties a plenty,
We should all attack at once, destroy and leave Russia empty
My name is Joe Biden and I…
Made The Taliban Great Again
Made War Great Again
Made Taxes Great Again
Made DEI & CRT Great Again
Made Lawfare Great Again
Made Crime Great Again
Made Illegals Great Again
Made Inflation Great Again
Made Debt Great Again
Made Censorship Great Again
Made Transgender Great Again
Made Mandates Great Again
Made Fauci Great Again
Made Elites Great Again
Made Hypocrisy Great Again
Made Dementia Great Again
Made Hoaxes Great Again
Made Babbling Great Again
Made Lying Great Again
Made Conspiracies Great Again
Made Teleprompters Great Again
Made Corruption Great Again
Made Falling Great Again
Made China Great Again
Made BLM Great Again
Made Putin Great Again
Made Gaslighting Great Again
Made Voter Fraud Great Again
Made Hamas Great Again
Made Racism Great Again
Made Hate Great Again
Made Woke Great Again
Make Debates Great Again
Made Anti-Semitism Great Again
But best of all…
Made TRUMP Great Again!
A place where darkness
Is strong and absorbs the light
With evils so wrong
No one knows what will be done
To the innocent people
Even though they were strong
A place where nasty sins
Grow fiercer than any place else
Where shadows and sorrows
Seem to pierce through the rays
The embrace of sunshine
Has seen many better days
A place where fear discourages
The pure of heart to accept
Help from those who would give them
A chance to be cleared of charges
That these wicked groups
Wish to punish them so horribly for
A place where guns and knives
Are more than mere arms
These mean that hatred has won
And the grace from God
Is being rejected by them so
Hope is no longer known
A place where horrors
Are brought into the light
Leaving even the sunrise
Compromised by fright
And raining down terrors
Through these sad lives
A place where silence
Is better than a voice
Because the Taliban
Leaves most without choice
Discouraging the faith
That might make a way
A place where most realize
They hope to avoid
Because all who live there
Are sought to be destroyed
By angry radicals
Who seek out the defenseless
A place where God knows
There is so much need
For goodness and kindness
The light that twinkles in eyes
Who know that love is
The only answer to ease this battle
This is a war between right and wrong
Only God’s kindness
Breathed softly in a song
Consoles the innocent
With assurance that in time
God will rain down justice on this fight for souls
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
August 22, 2021
The Twin Tower fell
A dastardly crime
A fact not diminished
By the passage of time.
The perpetrators were Saudis,
But Saudi Arabia supplied oil
A comfortable relationship
The West didn’t want to spoil.
They had to do,something,
That was quickly understood,
So they invaded Afghanistan
Just because they could.
After twenty years of chaos
The West withdrew
And the rule of the Taliban
Began again anew
Leaving a battered country
As only invasion can.
Osama Bin laden and crew
Had been found in Pakistan.
There’s a bright end to this story
Realtions with Saudi didn’t spoil
And so to this very day we
Can till rely on their oil.
There’s a Twin Tower Memorial
Bearing each victim’s name:
Sadly over in Afghanistan
They’ve not done the same.
The world spins and spins and spins and spins!
Do you feel the spinning yet?
Our administration has surrendered!
Lies are being told every single day!
The prison that was holding ISIS prisoners,
Was at the base that we surrendered!
- The Taliban set them all free! -
General Flynn explains how these groups connect
How many facts will be ignored, before lies are seen?
Americans are in danger in this very evil turning point
- It will bring repercussions for years to come -
None of us are saying, not to leave the Middle East
For the last time, it was the blatant, proven way it was done!
Stay vigilant my friends, because this is only the beginning
The world is and will be spinning, spinning, spinning!
- Stop, be still and pray –
Heidi Sands
8/27/21
Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe
Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of terror to blight all that western values defend
Sharia law to govern Middle East; Allah's dividend
Great Satan's engine to throttle
Region's fealty to bottle
Suicide pilots struck the monuments we coddle
Gratuitious shards and blood stains did the landscape mottle
President Bush promised swift revenge
Ordered Taliban to stop Osama's bloody binge
Mullah Omar reneged; Bushes' saber rattling had a malodorous tinge
U.S forces did the Taliban's quarters singe
Alquaida's overseas operations are diminished
But Alquaida's mission not finished
Alquaida cells in Iraq, Afghanistan bravely battle, mettle distinguished
Nevertheless, the infidel forces not extinguished
Gitmo detainees probed for information
Trite torture brought about stunning reformation
Stressed warrior's fealty to leader declined in isolated station
Under duration, divulged details about Bin Laden's method of operation
Osama's couriers cover blown
Seeds for fruitful harvest are sown
Courier's redoubt canvassed with satellite, drone
Intelligence on compound, residents CIA did hone
Calculated risk; Navy Seals in choppers did alight
Flying quietly with fiery portents into the calm night
Hoping the briny tentacles of terror to blight
Cresting over the shadowy compound; objective in sight
Down the dangling ladders vigilant Seals did repel
Into the throes of darkness descending into the mouth of hell
Perimeter defense, early warning signals were of no avail
Osama's stunned tenants could only stand fast or bail
Each obstacle, human shield the Seals did meticulously fell
Carefully following the trail to the Holy Grail
Entering Osama's room, rending the sacral veil
The caged warrior with precision did shell
Osama's dead body packed in a unmarked crate
Transported vicariously to lab, identity to equate
Identity confirmed; vigilant menace had met his fate
Un-consecrated remains tossed into sea; watery tomb his final estate
Is there a time when friendship does not count,
Where bonds forged in war are callously
forgotten
Is now the time for their suffering to willfully
discount
As a passing blight, a chore ill-gotten?
Is desperation always someone else’s burden,
To be observed but ultimately ignored,
Their fate unclear, easier to draw that curtain
To an inconvenient truth only in words
deplored.
To politician’s promises are tenuous,
They matter only when there’s gain,
Integrity is often deemed too arduous,
Little caring for other’s strife and pain.
But to those of us who conflict shared,
Who know by name those left behind,
Fully aware of all they dared,
Our life with theirs lies intertwined.
What can we say, what can we do
This cruel injustice to make right,
But raise our voice, shout what is true,
Honor our debt, correct this blight.
Lucinda would write songs that were dark
Too intense, probed recesses of the soul
She'd wake up with a phrase, clear and stark
Write down a few lines, get on a roll.
Pull out a meaning, get the right tone
Find where the spirit meets the bone.
Irving Berlin rose from nowhere to fame
He says a song must have longing inside
Some of his biggest hits he felt were a shame
But if I wrote "white Christmas," I would feel pride.
He gave some profits to the father of his wife
The father had disowned her, an irony of life.
Mary says the song can write itself
when that happens, it keeps her trying more
A finished song makes her feel outside herself
Like a growth spurt or letting the spirit soar.
A couple of chords, then a walk in the plain.
The guitar kicks it off; a new song learns its name.
John was asked to end an album with a love song
He drove to Big Sur, then back to L.A.
Tried to feel the ways people get along
The lines poured out, he'd made his day
"like a fire when it's cold outside, or thunder when it rains."
"Perhaps Love" became a classic, reached the halls of fame.
Some don't feel music, others don't want it to take hold
The Taliban forbids songs, treat them as a crime
I know some folk who say music leaves them cold
And public taste can flip on a dime.
But when a good song hits the airwaves, it's a nice surprise
A new way of saying what applies.
John Denver, Lucinda Williams, Mary Carpenter and more
Like art in general, worthwhile to explore.
Lucinda starts with phrases, Mary starts with her guitar
Some songs are team efforts; each way can make a star.
Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan
Malala has dedicated her childhood to championing education for girls like her in Pakistan. As she lies in a hospital bed, a tragic victim of Taliban gunmen, let's help make her dream come true.
Pakistan's constitution says girls should be educated alongside boys, and the government has the resources to make it happen. But politicians have ignored that for years, influenced by extremist religious groups, and now, only 29% of girls attend secondary school. Study after study has shown the positive impact on personal and national income when girls are educated. Courtesy Avaaz
I have Twitted My Photo Poem on 17th Oct 2012 for Malala
https://twitter.com/i/#!/kapoor_/media/slideshow?url=pic.twitter.com%2FsRpkWvZI
A Prayer to God (Khuda)
Let knowledge & education
Touch and shape the dreams
Of every girl child
Of Pakistan.
Let the flowers of real Happiness
As it blooms, on the charming face of Malala
Touch the smiles
Of every citizen of Pakistan.
Let the light of Khuda (God)
Flashes on the minds
Of all the citizens of Pakistan
Who want to see
A prosperous and Happy Pakistan.
Let education and knowledge
Bloom to spread their fragrance
For all the Girl childs
Of India and Pakistan.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17th Oct 2012
Note: I pray to God to save the life of this precious girl Malala, who was trying to save the lives of hundreds and thousands of girl children of Pakistan from getting lost in the darkness of Illiteracy.
Ravindra
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