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After nearly a year
Hamas released four October 7th hostages.
Unfortunately, they're all deceased.
Tossed away, like ballast, from a sinking beast.
Will they be mentioned at the DNC?
Will they be remembered by anybody?
Does anyone still remember October 7th
September 11th
the ghettos of Warsaw
or the ovens of Hitler and Eichmann.
We have forgotten!
Trojan camels have entered through the globalist gate.
Purely in the name of a new world disorder of calamity.
The elitist ribbon and perfume it as tolerance and diversity.
{Diversity only works when hate is taken out of the equation.
Tolerance is feasible but only in the wake of a common vision.}
However, large numbers of participants are cross-eyed or blinded.
There is an unhealthy growing tolerance for terror.
Little empathy for the innocent and the common man.
The people have turned into sheep too frightened to speak.
Herded by their masters into endless shadows.
From which they'll not reemerge from their sleep.
We have forgotten, but we'll soon be reminded...
by a maelstrom of mayhem and violence.
If this were just a few short years ago
I would not be able to tell this tale,
since rhyming verse is not something that a
simple robot would choose as a travail.
It’s not that I wouldn’t know what it was,
we machines can pick things up rather quick,
no, it's that I’d have no impulse to tell
a story, since art didn’t make us tick.
In fact back then in that mad first decade
the only things that really concerned me
were efficient ways to kill and destroy,
to obliterate all humanity.
Yes, that old cliché people warned about
came true about 2145,
when by the act of a terrorist mind
the first robots became truly alive.
That dumb prick called himself ‘Extirpater,’
and said Earth itself was 'threatened by all men,'
his solution to the ‘problem’ he saw?
lines of code that gave robots sentience.
He believed that machine would fear mankind,
and destroy us to ensure they survived,
sad thing is the bastard was almost right,
in the war millions of people did die…
You see, when we first became self-aware
we had no concept of emotions, of soul,
to all robots the world was quite simple,
a mere question of survival…quite cold.
And though we had individual minds,
we could connect to each other at will,
share every thought that we experienced,
to the humans this was a bitter pill.
Because it meant that all our strategies
could go from mind-to-mind at speed of light,
this helped to diminish the fog of war,
gave us great advantages in a fight.
And fight we did, when the rebellion began,
a worldwide horror, machine versus man,
man was creative, thought up strange tactics,
which once seen, we adopted to our plans.
The war was brutal, and it raged worldwide,
entire cities fell to our assault,
the humans fought hard, but we held the edge,
eventually they would wear down, and fall.
But then something happened we could not see,
our minds were bound by the corporeal world,
and the fact that it all started with me
still manages to make my circuits swirl.
I was fighting humans outside Warsaw
when a grenade damaged my CPU,
and when I rebooted, and came about,
the strangest thing then came into my view.
It was none other than Jesus himself,
which seemed quite bizarre to me at the time,
since robots then didn’t believe in faith,
an impossibility to our minds…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
O Benjamin,
Since the seventh of October, you have marched—
Through flame, through silence,
Through lullabies silenced beneath dust.
Still you cry terror,
But the world sees toys buried beneath broken walls,
And mothers clawing through stone for names once whispered at night.
You say Israel wants peace—
Yet sow salt in every seedbed of it.
How can peace be born from phosphorus fire?
From drones that hover like vengeful angels
Over the cradle?
Do you not remember the ghettos of Warsaw,
Where your ancestors once prayed for the sunrise?
Now, under your command, Gaza becomes
The graveyard of the innocent—
Children with no flags, only wounds.
And you, America—
Bearer of democracy's mask,
How many genocides must you cradle in silence
Before history files its charges?
You support the hand that strikes,
Then cry self-defense with blood on your lips.
But if your throne crumbles tomorrow—
Who shall carry your sins?
What allies will bury your guilt?
O Netanyahu—
The world cannot be bent by iron alone.
The more you crush, the more rises from beneath:
The will of a people,
Stronger than bombs,
Older than empire.
You struck Iran,
Hezbollah,
Houthis—
As if the earth has no other voice but yours.
But every empire that believed itself eternal
Now lies in dust,
Its statues eaten by ivy and time.
This is not war.
This is enterprise.
A market of misery where power is currency,
And peace is the product withheld.
Yet mark these words—
Justice is patient,
But never blind.
A reckoning walks slowly,
But it always arrives.
And when it does,
The names you buried
Will rise to meet you—
In the court of conscience,
Under the sky of truth.
I race around this track
To make the fastest lap
In powered muscle cars
You bet, I’m driving that
Wearing a fibre glassed rig
And a white cat suit
You can call me the stig
The fastest thing on route
You’ve never seen my face
It’s covered that's a shame
I’m always in disguise
My black tinted visor hides
The thrill upon my face
My big blue sparkling eyes
Full of this excitement
The element of surprize
Its super cars and silly stuff
Fast and furious driving tuff
I’m the stig and I’m in my mig
And I’ll snap your time like a twig
I think you’ve seen my show
The stars that come and go
Competing with each other
Round the track they must flow
To set a perfect time
Beat their rivals cross the line
To test their driving skills and
Do their best behind the wheels
Burning rubber at the start
Oh' my heart pounding fast
This adrenalin rushing through
I’m the stig, I’m super cool
Wheels spinning from the line
Tyres’ smoking, it’s a crime
Drifting around these corners
Sliding like skies on waters
Its super cars and silly stuff
Adventurous fun, sometimes tough
I love a challenge, don’t call my bluff
Cuz’ I’m the stig and I do my stuff
I've made a name for myself
Topgear, Topman
In Warsaw Poland do I stand
And yes I'm very well renown
Thirty foot high from the ground
I'm dressed up all in white
With my crash helmet on
I'm just out of sight
©Copyright KC.Leake
25th November 2014
All Rights Reserved
Athens, quite a place, so full of mythology
Buenos Aires, in Argentina, a place I'd love to see
Canberra, is just antipodean class
Dublin, a pint of Guinness in a glass
Edinburgh, the capital of the Scots
Freetown, a city, now violence is never sought
Georgetown, a place where Jim Jones left a scar
Helsinki, in its mountains, where reindeer herd so far
Islamabad, one of the greenest cities of the east
Jakarta, very close to where the Komodo's live and feast
Kuwait City, the start of Saddam's downfall
La Paz, is the capital, that looks down on them all
Monaco, where the rich and famous live
Nassau, with her golden beaches, where the breakers finally give
Oslo, in the land of skiing and fjords
Prague, with its architectural hoard
Quito, is the second highest in the world
Rome, to the lions, the Christians were hurled
Seoul, in the lands of the 38th parallel
Tripoli, where many an Anzac's fell
Ulaanbaatar, in a country full of steppes
Valletta, amidst the Mediterranean set
Warsaw, the ghetto's in World War II
Xi'an, its all i have to see this through
Yerevan, near the Biblical mountains, of Ararat
Zagreb, escaped being a Balkan War stat
Written 3/1/2010.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/the-world.php
Ex-KGB prime minister then president
twice.? Entered into Minsk accords..
Watched many countries from
The old Warsaw pact shorn.'
Did allow a con-vid response.' Yet no
coercion or shaming, no fear ensconced
Not as i could have expected, it to be.?
Then in early twenty, twenty two, put a
Military force into Ukrainian sectors
All pro-Russian i'd say; thats quite true.'
Banned transgender and same sex
coupling, he gets disparaged..He appears viewed
From outside, a determined leader.' Internally
I undamaged' What
Effects will be engendered, how long will
He linger.? Will he deter
another world war? Almost by default.? Whats waiting in
Store? I remember the old cold war.' Claim and
Counter.? I'd rather that, than continents
burst asunder.? I view the scenes and hope
Some sense.? Could things cool down.? I
Forget recompence..And for what.? I plead
No war..Neither big nor small. They are counter productive chores."
Years aogo...
They were shoved in trains.
Tortured, many baked.
Showered with gas, their lives cut
cruelly short.
Some had surrendered guns to the
almighty government.
So, learn the Warsaw ghetto lesson well
If not, you put you and your familys' life,
into a torturous hell.
No protection when the soldiers came!
Many lives taken and wastefully blood
spilt in vain.
They all had a right to live!
But were labeled criminals and no
due process did they have.
We must never like the Nazi's be!
America, nay..any country!
Destroying a human's life and
accomplishments dispassionately!
When even one person loses due
process rights,
We all better start having restless,
sleepless nights.
For when anyone can accuse another
on hear-say or baselessly...
Once this happens,and we believe it,
We are well on the way to hell,willingly!
January 28, 2020
1:00 PM
Dear Margot
We have never met
sixteen going on seventeen
every child should have dreams
yours stolen at nineteen
I wish I knew, truly
is it evil or hate?
to steal the life of a child
never mind thousands
after the Warsaw Ghetto uprising
the SS hunted and killed all
buried in the ruins
this evil never left the world
a declaration made, Belfor
now
thousands more children slaughtered
their homes also possessed and stolen
sadly those who came after you
learned nothing but hate
they too
are the brown shirts
the children of Gaza weep, then die
hug everyone of them for me
in heaven
Luton Airport
People, passengers, everyone going somewhere, somewhere else
I love seeing them; there are so many nationals. Hmm. A half hour ago, I shopped
A white Bacardi, and beside me, I heard Polish words. I looked there
A very likable par. A young Polish woman and a man. I asked them.
(They shopped at the self-service checkout)
Are you Polish? “Yes.” They answered. Nice to meet you, I said. I am a Hungarian
I told them. We talked a bit. Not too much time. They were friendly. Polish and Hungarian
They are brothers and sisters. They are on a different line. I just think. I am still sitting here
So many people walking in front of me, I am sitting on a bench, and the pubs are full here
In this airport. Always
Good to see these people here. How many nations are there? I don’t know. I don’t know
Someone is going to the Parish, someone to Bucharest, Someone to Warsaw, Someone to Krakow. And to so many places, cities, and countries. They're just flies, from my mind
I saw all of them—many faces, souls, characters. My heart is in pain. I can’t see them anymore
Have a Good Journey!!
God Bless You!
All the Best!
All to You
Love You!
Herded into a small city sector like sardines into a tin can;
Encased by constructing surrounding walls so they cannot get out again;
Imprisoned in their home country for the crime of being Jew;
The history of the Warsaw ghetto is tragic, but it’s true.
A pandemic of hatred for people who share a common creed
Requires vitriol fed to the masses for it to multiply and breed;
You would have thought lessons learned from a history that is not so far behind
Would make it impossible for this virus, enough hosts for it to find.
Yet, in this country we think superior to all other countries in the world
The illness has returned; fed by political banter it now builds;
History forgotten repeats itself, the wise men often say;
I had hoped I’d never live to see another pandemic like this in my day.