Four hundred million dollars
For a ballroom for the prez,
The funding from some private sources;
Least that’s what he sez.
A billion dollars daily
For the conflict in Iran.
You’d think there could be better things
To spend that money on.
To people who can’t pay the rent
Or have to sometimes choose
Between food or medications,
It must seem they always lose.
Since the government is more concerned
With how it is perceived,
Though the way things are presented,
It’s more mocked now than believed.
I try to block these stories
But when mentioned in the news,
All these million billion numbers
Make me want to blow a fuse.
she inherited millions
her parents’ house, furniture, clothes, knickknacks, jewelry, daddy’s watch
never spent a penny on a couch, never chose a painting or a necklace
satisfied with mommy and daddy’s things, wore mommy’s clothes
a spinster, who spent her money frugally on groceries and utilities
turned her thermostat down to fifty-six in the winter, to save money
satisfied with her parents’ furniture, never chose a comfortable couch
left a million dollars in the bank when she died
no one to give it to
They say a picture may paint a thousand words
but I can't read what he wrote
household paint poured onto a horizontal surface
ain't what I call works of note
splashed with no pre-planned end-result
for art's sake to me does not art make
known for his 'drip technique'
yes he was a drip and no mistake
yet a few of his spills sold for millions
long after his prime
as a fool and his money are soon parted
and you can fool some all of the time
but if we pry the boards from his studio floor
and hang them on the wall
why it would be far more relevant
tho' still takes no skill at all
his splotches are not pictures of poppies
nor pansies petunias or hollyhocks
in fact they're really nothing more
than just a load of Pollocks
My face, a wrinkle deep,
My past, a messy choice,
My present, conflicting options,
Yet, I'm full of desire for a beauty queen.
I love you millions,
And I always will,
And if the Universe
Should ever end…
I would love you still.
Robet Allan Zimmerman
a native-born Minnesotan
he changed his name to Dylan
and now he is worth millions
Millions of dollars, and scietific study, may well be used
To re-create this big rumminent; buddies.' How its to be
Done.? I'd really like to know.' Like where will fresh enough
Bio-logical matterial be found? After so..' So many millions
Of years.?? Maybe Mary Schwitzer can show? us bout such a
Mystery though.? You see the facts are showing.' The story may
change to well.' a more Biblical timeline.? Yet let us await
Whats to be known.' I believe what was hidden will be
Brought forth.' Because we all.' must know God is still on His Throne.)
as some African
young leaders
are standing up
with the problems
of millions of Africans.
they know well
about
the work they are doing ...
Africa's advocates
who know
the consequences
of the dangerous tasks
which they are choosing ...
Just to help their compatriots.
they can be wiping out
silently
at any moment
by the problems
makers.
Young leaders who saw
the struggles,
Struggling to convince
some folks
Who ignored
their struggles
for centuries.
But
Africa will rise
Africa will rise up
Africa will rise and
shine the whole World.
as seeing millions
of orphans at the boundaries
of African lakes,
some foreign wars
and genocides planners
continue to plan about the mass
killings of millions of other parents.
my hands are not getting tired
to write about the killings
of innocent voiceless
African men
and women
in different parts
of African territories.
Yoh!
Where is humanity?
Why so much hypocrisy?
Killing silently
at one hand
and claiming helping openly
at other hand.
Yoh!
Sad,
Very sad to see the augmentation
of orphans daily.
Where is humanity?
Why continue killing innocent people?
What did they do to you
to deserve these harsh payments?
Yoh!
So sad
to see heartless
folks up and down the streets
singing
" love "
by their mouths
to gain what
they always want...
But their hearts
fill with all sort of Evil.
Sports stars these days
get paid millions to play
little boys and little girls games
Yet jobs that only adults can do
sports stars are wont to eschew
When you ask many rich Congolese
of the East of DRCongo about the reasons
of keeping their millions US dollars
under the grounds.
Majority of them will point the Wars
And some Rebellions
Which are pushing
And supporting
by some Westerners
And Americans of evil hearts.
Rivers and lakes in Congo have more fish
But industrial fishing is not developed
due to few modern fishing boats.
Congolese engineers are the first black
African engineers who made some marine airoplanes
And more luxuries ship of international standards
on lake Kivu and Tanganyika.
Why these Congolese riches don't expand
on industrial fishing for more fish products
And export some raw and cooked
fish worldwide?
June 25/2023
Who are these masters of millions,
With their hands around our throat?
We eke by as our funds all die,
While all their dividends bloat.
Corruption and greed rule the day,
In a capitalistic state.
One could surmise in corporate eyes,
We're only dinner on a plate.
In a government bought and sold,
They just refuse to cut us slack.
But we're the ones that get things done,
To keep this country right on track.
With all their self-indulgent games,
It's no longer time to play.
Evolution or Revolution,
Is the mantra of the day.
I woke up this morning
To behold an adorable Angel
Lying beside me in deep sleep
In total surrender to the call of nature
Goddess of beauty
Sleep on my darling
For you are deserving of every rest
To rejuvenate God’s delicate creation
If I could express how I feel about you
Millions of words would be inadequate
If I could show gratitude
For care and love through the years
I would melt in avalanche of emotions
If I could choose again
Who to spend the rest of my life with
I would choose you
Over and over again
If I could beget more children
You would continue to be
The beautiful vessel of creation
For I love you eternally
A baby you left to stay
You’ve licensed to stray,
For find it shall its way
To some paradise bright or grey.
An ass you kept at bay,
No fodder on its tray,
Won’t spare you a bray:
A way of having its say.
Your stacks of green hay
You didn’t sun all day
You’ve okayed their ***** decay
And shouldn’t to this say ‘Nay’.
One with millions to pay.
In tears begins to pray:
The unlikeliest to look gay,
The likeliest to start a fray.
All these: truths you an feel their flesh
Like that of predatory thresh.
Millions have lived it before, millions will live it again.
Millions have killed millions more.
Millions have fought in man’s wars. Wars that have taken millions of women, children and men.
Millions of people and millions and millions more know war only serves evil men.
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