To the tune of "Russians" by Sting
In America and Australia there's a growing hysteria
Comparing those who see global warming threat
To the North Koreans and the Soviets.
Mr. Inhofe said scientists lied to you,
I don't subscribe to that point of view
It's such an ignorant thing to tell
I hope deniers love their kids as well.
How can I save my little girl from the rule of Texas Oil?
We see misuses of common sense
By those the Right side of political fence
They don't care about biology
But only their false ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope deniers love their children too.
These people claim rationality as they deny planetary reality
And believe to be the soul of the nation as they practice prevarication
Freedom and wealth do not require
To burn oil or set rainforests on fire.
Mr. Limbaugh said it can't be true,
I don't subscribe to that point of view,
It's such an ignorant thing to tell
I hope deniers love their kids as well.
The facts of climatology
Are not dependent on ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if deniers love their children too.
after Privilege of Being by Robert Haas
A tipping point of too many
are talking harshly. Down below,
demon-dead in the unstirred inferno
and perdition of animal thirsting
are coiling one another's tails in response.
They are honeyed vermillion and covered
in trim the texture of hot picamar.
They espy up all the time
at the graceless rapture—
it must sound to them like cold butter
dancing across a cast iron skillet.
Then one voice—she is about to shout—
takes the man's rigid hand and says,
listen to me, and he does.
Or is it the man caressing loose
the gravelly noose of anger?
Anyway, they do,
they listen to each other:
two minds with matured mediums,
hungry to be heard, to be fed by the frisson
of recognition, their skin sizzling with it—
brutal words turned into kindness
by well-intended touches,
and the gossiping, nosy dead are derelict
and growing deaf. They hate it.
They scream a chivvy about injustice
that breaks no skin, but frays the veil
between
what's bone and broth—
a warning, a dirge, a hiss of envy
worse than silence.
When God-faith is absolutely strong
Then, this life, one can easily prolong
God is the Creator of all the lives
By praying to Him, a soul thrives
Only by having upon Him trust
We can do our maximum best
God only guides us to proceed
All of us, only God can ever lead
God is impartial and helpful
Faith in Him is surely fruitful
God misuses not His intelligence
In His heart, no place for vengeance
He will bless and remove the curse
And well-protect the nice Universe
God will never at all challenge
Instead, to save, He will plunge
Silently He will do noble deeds
And kindly fulfill all our needs
Depend upon God and please live
The best things He loves to give.
God Smiles!!
God looked down and smiled.
“Why are you smiling?’ asked the angel.
"I saw a former politician on the road,
Trying to survive," said he.
Self enrichment and debauchery,
That defy the laws of righteousness,
And non-stop crimes and cover-ups
Have been the litany of his life.
Acquiring wealth the wrong way,
Narrowing the paths of minorities,
Fattening himself on other's sufferings
Can never be condoned!
Sad, but his glory days are over;
No one cares for him now.
This is the end of every man
Who misuses his power!
There is a configuration of morality.
If you forget to follow it,
You cannot escape the consequences!
Said God, with a smile.
Roses
In a trademark issue
To file cases
In the courts of nature
Verses
Red,White and Yellow
Roses
For the name Roses,misuses
When I start learning English grammar,
My heart falters and my tongue tremors.
An amorous poem, When I wrote,
People don't like, don't even quote ,
Standing, sitting, or sleeping, my heart disabuses,
Brain from the idle thoughts and misuses,
Of noun, pronoun, adverb, and adjective,
So I feel fine with a sane state of subjective,
Learning lexicon and vocabulary,
An imperceptible approach to disarray,
It seems I am flogging a dead horse,
But it's not like cramming morse,
The more I learn about this exotic,
Dialect and accent which makes dramatic,
Whole German, French, and Latin compound,
Is this chemistry or seems a latent sound,
All my senses now take part in this chemical reaction.
To read, listen, write, and speak with utmost correction,
English itself is a math, physics, and chemistry,
A science of linguistics and a science of mystery.
The man of eloquence
With all the aptness of words
And craft of speech
Silently sits on the fence
Holding his tongue tight
And see the fun when tasteless
Jokes being cracked upon
The poor, weak and downtrodden.
But the dumb knows
Neither rest nor respite
Until he shoots his shouts
Throws his disgust and anger
Through the language of his body
With the help of gesture
Against the filth, lies
Deception and injustice of an oppressor
The man of rhetoric
As if he knows neither the value
Or the power of his logic
His being mute is conspicuously inauspicious
As if he never joined to earn
The right of freedom of speech
Whereas, the dumb man
Knows the meaning of sound
The value of the words
So he tries to articulate them
With utmost care and sincerity
Whenever he sees a slightest opportunity
Against an unjust or a wrong
As he knows speech is a special gift
Either from nature or from god .
But the man with gift of the gab
Wastes it when he holds his piece
Or misuses it when he spreads
Hatred and blatant lies in fear, in greed.
Satan will drive you MAD,
When you decide to get GLAD.
That old devil thinks he is bad.
The best he had; he is mad,
That he no longer has access,
To heaven, and there he wants
No human to be dwelling. He wants
No one excelling. His motives are MAD. He
Misuses,
Abuses and
Destroys.
The things that make you GLAD
God's plans for your
Life
And it is also called your
Destiny.
So rememember from January to December
Satan lingers around you to attempt to drive
You MAD, when you decide to get GLAD.
wrote 1-16-11
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