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On Consideration of Tyranny
Postulating on the human condition with due irreverence
In incongruous arguments clawing at the conscience
Endless are the vacuous tools used at will
Of words like dirges slipping from the tongue
Tyrants on their serpent’s insidious game
Come with daggers at the throat of justice
Those minds that seek oppression as their friend
Firm ground is mired in cowardice and covers spoils
Slips into history’s decay
Two laws and worlds evolve, two worlds of different colors
One is the hue of wealth
The other, the black of poverty
To fall beneath, drown away in pockets of perverted air
Spoken in craven discourse over the all devouring depravity by such souls
Sponsored by our friends of anarchy
Drawn to that which is the black veil of life
That in that darkened soul to sin, oppressors came to win
Leave the world a better place?
Hell does refuse them at the gate
Is there a darker place to take them?
They serve themselves so cleverly and deadly
Clearly demonic but, rebuffed by Satan on the run
“Get out of Hell!” He yells. “Find another darker home!”
Repugnant In life and death their tyranny swims the sewers to breed
Trolling for more lost souls to conquer
As serpents garner favors from such darkened deeds
They kicked the chair, beneath my feet.
The rope it stretched and faced defeat.
As I fall, now I fall to breathe.
I lived a life with liars and thieves.
I fall now there, right on my knees.
The other side is sunny, light breeze.
They all seem to love me, green trees,
as they all live to follow just me.
I see no one around.
Is it me, or did the sinners drown?
My eyes keep on searching, my ears know no sound,
it’s either it’s hell, or everyone’s down.
I’m a sinner, it’s known.
Though my sins on their own,
can’t battle for thrones.
As I lived among tyrants, cruel and cold.
I ran out of chances, I ran out of strength.
They all kept on dancing, as the rope kissed my neck.
She stomped on my heart, she threw it right out,
I stood there in time and carried her crown.
And though here it’s peace
and my pain has now ceased,
I am begging God, please,
let her have my seat.
I will burn in the fire,
yes, that’s all I desire,
as long as she’s higher,
and breathes with a smile.
Oft' I've pondered if when God peers down upon this His own Creation,
And sees this blue marble heading for calamity with each day's rotation,
That He must shake His head and weep at the chaos humanity hath wrought,
Wondering why folks can't abide by The Golden Rule His Son once taught!
Peoples who cry out for freedom are crushed 'neath wicked tyrants' heels,
While autocrats amass vast fortunes, ignoring the impoverished folks' appeals!
He must be appalled that there are even some religions that foster strife;
That there are those who plot evil and don't respect the sanctity of life!
He must look with dismay at the lack of stewardship and the mess we've made,
Of His once pristine orb that we've managed to leave so polluted and frayed!
His magnificent forests and waters aren't immune from mankind's rapacious greed.
We've harvested their bounty and ravaged resources without regard to need!
Old men plot and the very young die carrying out their nefarious schemes.
All too young they die, never having the opportunity to realize their dreams.
God must wonder why there is so much mayhem and lack of brotherhood,
Among folks of diverse races and creeds even in their own neighborhood!
He must at times consider hurling this orb of His into the ebon void of space,
And begin genesis anew since we persist in certain doom at a steady pace!
Thankfully, we have a merciful God Who will sort things out for us along the way,
But it might be well to concoct a plausible story to tell Him on Judgement Day!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tell us of folks with conscience clear on terror; of trusted neo
terrorists that oust teams, terrorizing thousands... near, far, and wide
May it marinate in their minds; peace and equality are as grated rind
with scent of pure zing... unlike vexed souls, bent on terrorism
Just last night, amid day light, before photographer's sky, right in
spring's warmth... such unforgiving moment of sudden fright
Thunderous wondrous sounds of bombs whirred, then cease, and
just like that came sight of flight 8430, blown to fallen pieces of debris
I saw red, white, and blue of American airlines's plane, meshed with chaos
just as those blown to smithereens during 9ll... Still I'll fly. Why shouldn't I?
In this land of plenty, we won't share cowardice with tyrants of immorality;
not on their watch! freedom bell has rung for everyone free of contentions
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." (... they knew not...)
Flight 8430 felt Coup DE main... not of You, Great God of earth, sky, and dew
I shan't forget humongous, booming sounds of invisible bombs that flew and
flung sudden terror so near, i hastened with thoughts of Islam and coercion
Of intimidation, degradation, castration; of trepidation, and mutilation
that moved me to see martyrdom in terrorism as ignoble affiliations
I'm due like you to sit snug and breathe with ease here and now, without
quest; will I survive or will I have time to utter one final goodbye
Night's stream of consciousness was dream, dear God, but Your world need You...
only You; by power of Your might, turn terror to unadulterated thanksgiving; so
As we ponder canvas of sky with eyes beyond clouds; we'll grace life with
courage; for we shall over come with hope, with aims, and with our dreams.
*
A voice fills the ears of the dead
There are walls covered with red paint
In the heart of the slums
The sky is eternally gray
The clouds moving along sluggishly
Like the people walking the streets
The buildings feature glass-less windows
Where ghastly specters now roam freely
Spreading the plague of hushed voices
In one building a little boy hides
His knees are scraped and covered with grime
And sobs shake his tender form
The darkness shrouds him like a cloak
But instead of warmth he feels cold
The frigid hands of the phantom
His mother was felled by natural means
For earth shot through her heart as a bullet
Placing her in the hands of Death
Yet the camera moves out of the house
Shifting to look at the entire ruined city
A remembrance of a time long passed
Like the trash that filled the streets so often
Bodies now lay scattered over the entire city
But instead of fear in their eyes, it is laughter
For the feeling of joy was all they could muster
Against the bloody tyrants that ripped them asunder
And filled a city of angels with the whispers of ghosts
Humanity wished for a serene golden age
Where hatred, brutality, anger, anguish, fear
Were finally eradicated
That wish has been granted with an iron kiss
Yet the irony of the empty and barren world
Is that it all faded with humanity leaving an empty void
A single voice fills the ears of the dead
A waylaid message to turn back the clock
In the heart of the slums
"You're gonna face trouble if Navalny dies in prison, 2021"—President Biden
Martyr & Saint
1976-2024
By tempting fate, speaking truth to power, he languished in icy confinement
This courageous proud Russian was a bold soul of staunch refinement
This tormented martyr, and prophetic sage, silenced and confined to a cage
Continued to fight his tenacious battle, while we heeded his words of outrage
By a cold-hearted tyrant, a man of truth and honor with contempt was slain
In the nation of his birth, their saint for justice they will anoint and ordain
A man who spoke out to a dictator for his people’s sake and for humanity
Well known worldwide for his stance against Vladimir Putin’s insanity
By tempting fate, he was sentenced to solitary confinement and sent to Sibiria
As bizarre as it sounds, a place where evil throws one away for nonsensical trivia
Tortured with poison and beaten daily, still he spoke out in chains, a martyr
All awhile the cruel ruler of his homeland proved again and again an evil liar
A despot has his way, on this day Alex Navalny died, a tyrant’s signature at play
Tyrants may come, tyrants may go, this hero’s legacy of love shall forever stay
Minds can’t comprehend, can’t wrap our brains 'round the severity, bizarre
Angered is his family who demand righteous revenge; O Lord let it not be war
(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
Ideal and real exist in opposition
Like two children on a playground teeter-totter
Two children who will grow
To be completely different adults.
Idealism is the default of all infants
And is what all mature humans grow out of
Sooner or later, all too often much later,
Perhaps for some
Not until the moment of death.
It feels good after all to want what you want
And even expect to get it!
But realism sees beyond such wants
To what is.
Realism is the philosophy of accepting
Simply what is.
While idealism wishes for what can be
It may even seem noble
Yet is in-fact the ultimate intolerant view,
And taken to the extreme
Has led to the worst atrocities
In human history.
Does realism sometimes lead to atrocities?
Perhaps, but to the realist
They would just be necessity.
So idealism is the philosophy of infants and tyrants,
While realism makes do
And gets along as best as can be.
But this doesn’t have to be a morose fatalism
As there is always a bright side.
There is always a new day dawning
Somewhere at this very moment.
That isn’t idealism
That’s very real.
(1/30/25)
Eyes open on the floor
Woken cold and sore
Skin clinging to the carpet
When will I be his target
Spring day, sun rising
Ready for something exciting
My 9th birthday is here
Surely they will take me somewhere
Body still in discomfort
Surely one day without hurt
As my body stirs bruises shine
I let out a whimpering whine
Preparing for morning ablutions
Unknowingly wakes other humans
No one shouts no one talk
Locked door may as well be a block
Hours pass, only company a dirty bucket
And a child with a shadow puppet
Aiken e once again is my friend
Always something to comprehend
Muffled voices appear
Feminine, careful not to mishear
Silence! A click of the door
My body frozen to the core
My older sister appears
Flanked by tyrants
A quiet happy birthday spoken
My face screams heart broken
A bottle of water and a loaf of bread
Tears fall down my head
No one to save me
No one to run and flee
A chuckle from those supposed to care
Was reared to be the spare
I wish the floor could of swallowed me whole
Click! The door locked closed
I was just a boy, not a monster
A small child not a monster
Young and vulnerable
Forced to be miserable
Naughty child, not evil
Made to be feeble
Lost and lonely
I just became stony
Hours of loneliness followed
While I cried and wallowed
Missed by nobody
Just a detainee
A gentle knock startled me
Click! Hushed voice I didn’t foresee
My mother with a treat
A pot noodle to eat
A slice of cake, no fan fare
I still offered to share
The door closed quietly
Always forced into compliancy
Delete Fear and Dance
(Ode to Joy)
Many fear-mongers met at Marseilles!
To make sure all nations shook in dismay.
They used Covid for their piece de resistance display.
Schools, shops, towns all closed down.
A bunch of morons masked us, like idiot clowns.
We fools bought it all, and so now everyone frowns!
Sane people knew the score, they were not buying it anymore.
Tyrants were jailed behind doors, when people thankfully knew the score.
Grandparents are not left alone to rot.
We had enough of Fauci, masks, vaccines and elected snots.
People lived normally as before.
Masks became an international joke.
Just like those life killers from Marseilles~ top idiot pokes!
They even used Covid to ruin one national election?
But truth overcame, that mucked up idiotic, demented selection!
The Land of Dominion shall never be in the land of the free.
Health, happiness, hope was their pleasure and ultimate, joyful, destiny!
11/29/202O
2:45 am
It really puzzles me when it comes to how
humans process and react to circumstances,
for instance, 300 girls are kidnapped by
lowlife cowardly terrorists, while the world
community sits back and says, " oh what a
shame". Well im sorry words of outrage do not
take action, people who care take action and
deliver on their words. Their is current
technology that can find these cowards and
expert soldiers highly trained for extraction
missions, and precision snipers who can kill
up to a mile away, yet bombings, kidnappings,
and threats from these cowards continues so
blatantly its like they are laughing at the rest
of the world. If i was a younger man i would
go myself and do what i could, but the
pounding of my hoofbeats for a sixty year old
man just wont cut it .
When is enough enough, when will people
rise up and quit voicing and start marching.
When Hitler tried to conquer Europe and
slaughter The Jewish nation the world
declared war on him. He was a terrorist. When
the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor the US
immediately declared war and took action.
Nobody wants a war but war is necessary
when you have tyrants and terrorists who
think they can have their way with no
consequences. Write your MP, your member
of Congress and tell them enough is enough.
Do nothing and things will continue as they
are. Rise Up!