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some are going ahead
some are going back
having my fingers wielded
on an old type-writer
i’m thinking what should i do
a pretty long time passed away
since the village alphabet
had bade me farewell
in my recent thinking
there is a severe harikiri
the song
that i have sung in a deep forest
in front of the wild flowers
now when i am sitting
under the ceiling-fan
of the heaven
i can see that both
the lyric and the tune of the song
have vanished
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this morning
i’ve woke up little earlier
to observe the dawn
the flags of my behaviour
are posted in the grass-land
around me
no one should take them
as the handkerchiefs of
a demon
a group of people is harvesting
the paddy of the spring-season
i too join them to remember
the water-game of the ducks
i’m speaking less
or keeping mum
but there remains so many topics
to be discussed
the battle of the ballots…
the global recession…
the climate-change…
the terrorism…
the joint-force…
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i’ve made a thorough discussion
with myself
so many arguments which lead to
even so much fighting
i see that there has been not
much lamentation or brooding
not much grief or sorrow
not much tension or anxiety
of my own
all the time
surrounding me only is a grey
non-attachment
and a joy sans any emotion
then i think
if the rose can forget its sorrow and distress
why should I remember them
with so much pain and pancreatic problems
Every day...in fact, every 15 minutes,
someone, somewhere in America
picks up a gun and kills another person
for reasons unfathomable
It's a harsh, scalding reality...
Every now and then in our society
someone who shouldn't have an assault rifle,
takes it to school, or into a bar, a shopping mall
and starts using people as target practice
It's madness; a new normal!
Cowardly captains of complacency
in Washington continue to kick the can
down the road and feign interest
in gun reforms. Their cavalier disregard...
for domestic terrorism is beyond the pale!
Gridlock in the Senate means more casualties
from mass shootings in the future and GOP
politicians will keep playing armchair psychiatrists,
tagging the next active shooter as "mentally ill"
Why humanize them all? Some are heartless killers!
Mitch McConnell is as Mitch McConnell does,
as you and I know. "President" Trump is too busy
jumping from one scandal to another
to do something about gun control
Now he has his impreachment to worry about....
Campaign promises he made, still unkept.
Actions to be taken, he leaves to chance
with a predictable "We'll see what happens"
That seems to be his favorite go-to one-liner....
"We'll see what happens"?
I see nothing happening anytime soon
to curb mass shootings in America, do you?
It's very hard to make things happen...
when Washington is broken!
Date written: 09/30/2019
Yesterday was today
Rain fell night and day
It was shining all times
The land was green
The moon was not visited
Among people, love was genuine
Compassion was a heartily virtue
People spoke to one another friendly
No terrorism we heard
No climate issues we knew
Love was in our hearts
Life was valued
Peace was on the land
No woman was raped
No child was on the street
But today is a different day
Homeless people here and there
Growing more desperate
Rain has gone and people are selfish
For man has become mischievous
Revenge and hatred dwell in our hearts
For dignity has become volatile
The ecosystem is damaged
Bombs and terrorism kill us
WhatsApp, TV and Facebook replaced human dialogue
Yesterday and today make the future
We need peace, neighbors and safe atmosphere
Otherwise, we are homeless
We need to live peacefully
In a conducive environment
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Years have come
Years have also gone
Tears and pains are still on;
Memories fresh and vivid
And families still livid
Pains so real, yet a constant
Scars as reminders of....
Of the 16 hallowed acres,
On the 11th of September 2001
16 bloodied acres of Manhattan
estate, a memorial
The symbols of America under
siege
The heroics of men and women to
the death
World trade centre, never again
World trade centre the stage
Where terrorism took front page
Announcing it's global age
16 blood stained acres, hallowed.
Reminders of what has been,
Reminisces of what would have
been
(Written on 01/04/2015)
Some recalled Kristallnacht,
the white mob’s facial fever,
once the same fever of a night,
now the fever of a day-mare.
Some recalled Charlottesville,
the white mob’s lust for blood,
once the same blood craved,
now the blood of a purgatory.
Some recalled Greenwood,
the white mob’s rampage,
once the Tulsa rage inflamed,
now the ire of the privileged.
Oh persecuted one,
aspiring despot, so maligned and martyred,
your words hang in the air like the endless
echo of wailing toddlers.
Captain of the siege,
What incendiary drivel have you sown?
What lie ignited white wrath again?
Broken glass, shards of democracy.
To steal elections, accuse your enemies of it.
To win by fraud, manufacture it.
To decertify black votes, rile white mobs.
Broken glass, shards of democracy
swept from the floors of the capitol,
the bloodied casualties,
the pipe bombs awaiting discharge,
while white thugs are protected by white justice.
Broken glass, shards of democracy.
White supremacy
beds well with fascism and capitalism.
Broken glass, shards of democracy.
When will the next carnage surface?
Where will democracy die?
We are down on a sandy beach
And our legs dug deep in the sand of pain
Left stranded in the sea of sadness
The night of destruction falling on us with extreme darkness
Hovering on us the venom of evil
With rain drops of blood on our land
The storm getting heavier by the day
The flame of hope blown away by wind of wickedness
We live in a country where no one is safe
Where death darken the sky like an imminent doom
Where the majority live in ardent poverty
A land where corruption is at its peak
Our leaders the master chef to all our miseries
With eyes of blind spot to the need of the people
Deaf ears to the cry of the innocent
Blind eyes to the sufferings of the poor
The beat of political madness stirs in the air
With sound wave of pain to all the citizen of the land
Human lives valued only for a couple of coins and a few naira note
Innocent blood shed all in the name of political game
The taste of power and excessive desire for wealth
Sum with their selfish and political greed
Puts our dear nation in a state of unrest
Children of innocent souls being tortured through burning knife of evil
Leaving the youths to live their lives in fear
Our girls are no longer safe to go to school
Terrorism the bad sweet smell polluting our atmosphere
With it effect on us an horrible scar
People being nurtured to the highest point of hatred
With every of their road leading to violence and terrorism
Little by little we are losing our national pride
Our economy dropping faster than the speed of sound
Our leaders failing in every good sense of leadership
With the interest of the people far from their mind
From the cry of the rejected and abused children
To the tears of the suffering and confused adult
Same questions comes to the mind of every nigerian
Why do we have to suffer this much?
Are our leaders so blind to see that the nation is on a downhill of destruction?
How long will it take for them to hear our cry?
And what will it take for everything to change for good?
I guess only God has the answers to all this questions
And the golden key to our freedom
All will have to do is to keep praying
And keep hold of our little flame of hope
Cos one day I believe everything will change for good
If you cannot mend
your own house,
how will your enemy
build it for you?
You cry terrorism.
You name Boko Haram.
Yet you avert your eyes
from the hands
that arm them.
Who feeds the fire?
Who sells the knife?
Who whispers the route
before the strike?
How can the sponsor
of disorder
be your physician?
Your leaders kneel in corruption,
sleep with devils,
and preach prosperity
to the starving.
They speak of God,
yet bargain with blood.
America arrives
wearing the mask of salvation,
but everywhere he walks
order collapses.
Can a killer of his own people
teach you peace?
He called your continent filth.
Did you think
his heart would defend you?
Nigeria,
do not confuse education
with wisdom.
Do not wait for strangers
to fix wounds
they helped create.
Power never rescues the weak.
It exploits them.
And he who waits for saviors
while refusing truth
is already digging
his grave.
Burnout
is what can come of inspiration,
if you're not careful.
Gish Jen
Degeneration
is what can follow manic fast-growth regeneration,
if you're not well-seasoned.
War and terror
can come from tribal competitions,
peace and freedom fighting and squabbling
for healthy food and water and fuel,
if you're not co-empathic enough,
double-bound Win-Win equivalently bilateral
secure,
conservational,
restorative co-messiahs,
bodhisattvas,
eco-yogis
noticing and stretching
designing and cooperatively networking,
dancing and singing.
Hate and anger and fear
are what can come from love and faith and hope,
if we're not health care receivers enough,
and cooperative givers-forward,
co-investors of and for HealthCare,
filling toward CareFull with Humble Gratitude,
both Ego-Eco Logists
Logos of health systemic trends,
as contrasted against
social and ecopolitical and personal Loser NonElite pathologies.
Zealous fundamentalism
is what can come from counter-cultural radicalism,
if you're not listening to karmic grace
multiculturally enough.
Fascism
is what can come from NonElite exclusionary democracy
if you're not grateful for WinWin creolizing therapies
and humble about past retributive colonizing traumas
enough.
Jihad terrorism
is what can come from too-divinely supremacist inspired
retributive injustice
if we are not HealthCare ecologically inclusive enough.
Holocaust
is what can come from Paradise Lost
if we are not listening cooperatively enough
to both internal landscapes
and external climates for ecological health.
LeftBrain Burnout
is what can come of SacredElder RightBrain inspired
NewYear EcoLogical Resolutions,
if you're not careful.
Break Time
by Michael R. Burch
for those who lost loved ones on 9-11
Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss. You’ll heal
if I do not. The coffee’s hot. You speak:
of bundt cakes, polls, the price of eggs. You glance
twice at your watch, cough, look at me askance.
The TV drones oeuvres of high romance
in syncopated lip-synch. Should I feel
the underbelly of Love’s warm Ideal,
its fuzzy-wuzzy tummy, and not reel
toward some dark conclusion? Disappear
to pale, dissolving atoms. Were you here?
I brush you off: like saccharine, like a tear.
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Defamation Politics
By Franklin Price
3/23/2016
Defamation politics gets worse and worse each day
Has nothing to do with policies or politics in any way
Election terrorism is what it has come to be
Real terrorism around the world is quite enough for me
There should not be freedom, to tell half truths and lies
This really dirty politics is something I despise
Super packs are organized to take it further in the dump
Money thrown at degradation to defame the likes of Trump
If Republicans did not like him, never should have let him in
Never let him run as an Elephant, what they've done is more than sin
Got attention that they wanted, thought he would not succeed
The tables turned right on them, the people thought he's what we need
Now that he is way ahead, all degradation more than fair
Unless it comes from Mr. Trump not many really care
The power is against him the people have no say
To vote in mass against it is the people's only way
Government not by the people, we're not invited to the ball
Cast the vote, that's in your heart, or have no say at all.