Well, yes, all the gruff beknown deny,
and ones’ own lifting oar hear mighty bombs burst
whilst autocrat hymn—
“Let cristned bombs pelt from the hea’enly sky”.
Awe! Does one shy in cheer, yes, forgo the indelible?
Or do one jeer? Cry?
Art one silent amidst nationalists amok?
E’en when in lifting ones’ own nudging oar,
yes, do hear mighty bombs burst whilst foreign babies cry?
Do one in secret loathe, yes, the moms
who as cristned bombs pelts sing nippers’ lullabies?
Awe! As the mighty cristned bombs pelts lands afar
does one disregard, yes, when mites, one's own, sever
the wings of butterflies
to garner affection so denied?
Awe, here lies, yes, barbarism in disguise…
Teenage yeshiva students from America
'Big Heroes' - 'Land of Israel Nationalists'
All yell 'Death to the Arabs' as they smile for the cameras
A 'real good look' for 'Parents'-skins'-in-the-game activists'
Another year come and gone; another Flag March survived
Its sole achievement, stoking ultra-nationalistic pride
Next to the sea of blue-and-white flags burns white-hot terror
Ready to avenge insults directed at ~
Palestinian flag standard-bearers
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The Flag March was originally meant to commemorate the capture
of East Jerusalem and the reunification of Jerusalem during the
1967 ('Six-Day') War. What it's become now is, in my opinion, a
gross perversion of its original message of 'Unification.'
The Queen has answered her ancestral call
England is in sad reflex to her nightfall
My condolences to the Royal House
For Her Majesty can no more live within the House
But her legacies which make England proud
Will in many books be read aloud
Sadly we won't further say God save the Queen
Who in humility lived in between
With no thirst for unnecessary influence in UK political scene
And without lust to corrupt the English religious serene
Her Majesty was like a fine rain from a cloudless sky
With principles that our Nationalists held very high
Please stop the propaganda against the Queen
Your concerted messages are just like smokescreen
To cover the fact that we're responsible for our own ruins
The Queen's England didn't leave us with man-know-man doctrines
After sixty years of independence
Haven't we degraded in our appearance?
Why can't we accept that we've failed our own selves
When we make the giants in us look like elves?
Please stop the propaganda against the Queen
She left us with all our cities all serene
My heart prays for the Queen of England
May her soul find rest across land
To the Darkened
What happened?
to that sweet voice,
those of the great States men;
I.K Musazi, Apollo M.O, Grace Imbingira
those that!
Engineered, ostracized, defiance and rejection.
Through the streets of Kampala-mukkade,
Yet with an enthusiasm of high fledged patriotism spirit
Embedded, and flourished in their hearts
Those who erected the concrete foundations...
By whom the national anthems, were composed,
R.I.P G.W. Kakoma,
Those, who highlighted the values of integrity,
Eliminated mediocrity and blurred the verses
Of nationalism, to all nationalists
The phrases were articulate with sweet scented songs to the ears,
Of men, who truly were ready grasped them, swooping
Their delightful speeches.
For the times;
Are but a rift and narrow straight
As we stand in a bliss.
Sable palms stood like soldiers at parade rest
between dunes and cottage ghost white
against emerald waves rolling
on the white sand beach of Panama City.
Tribal bigots planted Old Glory at water's edge,
staking claim to the public beach for their kind
saying without a word, "If you are not like us
you are not welcome; you do not belong.
This is the new America! This is our land!"
Not the silent majority, but a vocal minority
of white nationalists who clamor incessantly
about patriotism, but who deny freedom to all
who would come to our shores seeking a better life,
a new world of opportunity and hope,
unburdened by radicalization, fanaticism and fear.
Not too long ago, a frail little woman
stood her ground against an entrenched phalanx
of white supremacists who burned crosses,
who claimed they were patriots.
She started Old Glory waving proudly
toward a new era of freedom—
It is yet to come.
How can they lament their injustice in a divided land
While seeking to undermine fundamental truths
Would mock the central tenets of our democracy
Would steal from common folk their right to ballot
While seeking to undermine fundamental truths
White nationalists, Proud Boys, scoffing at decency
Would steal from common folk their right to ballot
Make a travesty of the core values we hold sacred
White nationalists, Proud Boys, scoffing at decency
Would mock the central tenets of our democracy
Make a travesty of the core values we hold sacred
How can they lament their injustice in a divided land
For Trumpians
our multiculturally celebrated Golden Rule
applies first to Ego
then to immediate white privileged family,
then to wealthier gated community,
then to a more rabblous Republican Party,
then to USA nationalists
European predative culture idolaters
mistaking capital-inspired Manifest Destiny
for sacred DNA theology,
then to fallen Earth,
if there is any gold left over
after all that strained dispassion,
divestment fatigue
stretching out from entitled EgoCenters.
For Green Party contemplatives,
the Democratic Golden Rule
is first celebrated with,
then applied to, planet Earth,
then all Her sacred EarthTribes,
then to humanity, alive,
dead,
and yet to arrive,
then to cooperatively co-invested local community,
then to extended family,
then to nuclear family,
then interdependent Ego,
should there by any radically inclusive Golden Rule energy
left deductive
and right inductive
to regeneratively,
win/win bicamerally, share.
Year sixteen dawned with a lot of fuss—
Of Us and the rest all called Versus,
Apart like North-South poles,
No diamonds, both black coals,
Both missing: caught are they in same bus.
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Whilst USA entered a post-truth era, the world found its Word of the Year, and India its expertise in politics of populism, call it politics of polarization: nationalists Vs anti-nationals, patriots and not, making up a year of extremes that achieved little. Both the Houses lost over 80% of business time. It seems people on Earth no more feels they are in the same bus, a break-less bus called Earth hurtling down the precipice.
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Happenings | 02.01.17 |
t-rump the puppet...
divisive...idiotic...
bellowing t-rumpet...
hitler coined a phrase...
t-rump uses it..."fake news"...
history repeats...
don't fall for the ...
the blustering from the pit...
his crap...his up...
the bigger picture...
choose health care...peace...and kindness
not nationalists
I know when you abase me at kunan, was sniffy day for me.
My people at that time were surrounded by threat and poverty.
Know it they are dearest for me.
I warn you sacrilegious nation,
Hacklers are arriving to hack your appearence.
Get lost before with helish creations from me.
You hang my pious sons like,
Maqbool and guru.
Your aim lost itz fame.
Thousands guru hold firmly my flag on me.
I swear as a Nation of paradise.
My whomb is full of heroes like Burhan.
They lustrate your illegal occupation on me.
I remember the bright faces of my martyrs.
You have to slouch your sloppy face.
Libertrians are alive to rip u away from me.
Your thinking is what? I don't care.
Remember my Nationalists and their nationhood.
You have flee, flee away from me.
You seek pardon, Alas you are not pardonable.
What you poach? I don't have dearth of sacrificers
They love dearly, i love them and they love me.
Your art makes jhelum red by blood of innocents,
Remember, i am paradise .
I am with pious and they are with me.
........ Saim.....
The Serene world
In the little corner of the world where I live far from airports,
military establishment and the liberal middle class among people
who at heart are flag nationalists and proud to be Portuguese.
They are not too fond of foreigners who for the most part are British
who are quite happy not having to mingle with anyone.
I having lived here forever is accepted as the strange silent man who,
when he speaks, sounds funny and rumours has it that he writes
which never fail to impress none readers.
So here you have a postcard picture of an idyllic village tucked away
in a valley, and the nearest it ever came to war was a bewildered plane
flew low overhead the houses shock
brought people out of houses talking excitedly about the near accident.
But in the tiny cottage unpainted and rustic, there is near starvation,
and if the winter is long the old die of cold and church bells toll.
The scent of the sea in Erin's cool air
Captivates me and I wish I were there.
Such colors displayed in ivy that crawls
Weaving its way over ancient rock walls.
I recall my awe of every hue
The last time I bid sweet Erin adieu.
I felt embraced by Autumn's breezy arms
When deeply engaged by all of her charms.
Pipes that were played in a passing parade,
Impassioned mem'ries over hill and glade,
Help to remind me that once long ago
My ancestors lived, yet had to let go.
They journeyed across the turbulent sea
To reach a new land in home of the free.
I always rejoice in songs we still sing
When feelings return that fall colors bring.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
[1]Poets and nineteenth-century Irish nationalists used Erin in English as a romantic name for Ireland.[2] Often, "Erin's Isle" was used. In this context, along with Hibernia, Erin is the name given to the female personification of Ireland, but the name was rarely used as a given name, probably because no saints, queens, or literary figures were ever called Erin. [3]According to Irish mythology and folklore, the name was originally given to the island by the Milesians after the goddess Ériu.
Nationalists
Demonise the religious extremism with full force
How sweet it is that I am with you
Be it Islam, Christianity, Hinduism or Buddhism
No heck to distinguish any one from the others
They are the same weed of the same soil
Eating up the crop of humanity
But what about nationalism and its product the nationalists
They are not less criminals when they go to kill millions
In the name of nations or in the name of races
Think of the world wars first and second
And count in your fingers the deaths and devastation
They bought upon us, upon our humanity
I am here to declare a Jihad against those who are to say
Peace is not profitable but war is
And national interest is above anything else
Rather than the interest of human being
I am also against those hypocrites who say
Nuclear weapons are meant for peace
Nothing can be more bull **** than this
Do you agree with me?
Shall we meet in a corner of lighted street?
Or are you from the same group of garbage nationalist?
Any difference of opinion from you is the answer
And yet I will not hate you
Kindly from me take the unbreakable promise.
What is happening
nationalists killing
my free India
Hindus lynching minorities for a cow
Is the prime minister happy now?
Why is a cow more precious than a woman?
Why the hypocrisy when Hindus eat Beef to
All religions should live in peace & harmony
Jai Hind is our national call of unity
we all sing the same anthem symphony
we live together share the same identity
only the devil causes nationalistic supremacy
A poets dozen contest
by Silent One
31/10/15
Honor is one and
sided
Holy books only read
in public
Women of this tablet
for joints
Young men woo at
their blues
Empty bottles
filling the salons
Daughters of doom
dance the floor
Mosquitoes now trace
treat the sick
Religious cups now
on warlock heads
Black insects merge
the whites
Children set to
oppose the elderly
Fires win races for
peace
Complete massacre
drops a smile
Heroes grave for the
sake of right
But no count rises
broken glasses
Such souls rest to
live in us
The true staunch
nationalists
And now is the only
clap
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