Mask politicizing
Mass Covid-19 deaths
Math is far from fuzzy
Multiplying numbers
Miscalculations? Nope.
Many costly mistakes
Madness, complete madness!
Pleiades Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Joseph May
Date written: 10/05/2020
While you spend the time intellectualizing and politicizing Jodiann's death
Remember someone pickney dead
Because of discrimination and power play let's call it as it is .
A child don't have her mother.
Yes another report comes out without hope because a nuh one big man pickney dead
My question is ...would you want anyone to treat your pickney suh
Mi afraid to cough and sneeze because you will think is COVID-19 ...you think you any better than them doctor...just watch your own reaction when someone cough and sneeze ...yuh ask is that COVID-19
Discrimination is real
Many call for Tufton to resign ...a him did discriminate?
In case you never hear... he was never there.
Stop the politics and call out the doctor them name
Because them never care.
There was a time when doctors believe that all lives matters but today mi question that
Now a child without her mother
A mother without a daughter
A sister without her sister
And a lover without his mate
Just because a doctor discriminate
they never cared
At the end of the day that what it boil down to ...them never care .. only their life matters.
God makes perfect everything on earth
for humans and plants to coexist with each other
plants give humans the power to heal and the nutrients to survive
humans provide the CO2 and organic remains for plants to live
But we should be very afraid of the invisible blackholes
They suck everything good on its path - the ones you love, the things you love
The blackholes strengthen its gravity feeding on human desires
Consuming the hearts with an incurable poison - Greed
Twisted truths and sugar-coated lies eroding the souls
Inventing wars to grab ancestral lands and resources
Politicizing faith spreading wildfire infecting all
Rivers and oceans polluted by subconscious pride
For those who stands in the way, no innocents are spared
Swallowing in deep subliminal thoughts stirring in a pot of ink
A whirlpool circling downwards to the bottom end
If we don't let go of our greed, we will never find peace
Only when peace enters the mind and into our inner selves
Will we learn to let go of all material things
Be in the presence of nature to enjoy the gentle beckoning
of a breeze that caresses the faces from all walks of life
He lives his faith simply, humbly and honestly,
he does not sit in judgment nor is he preachy,
neither does he act sanctimoniously in any way,
he teaches himself to be God-fearing and saintly.
Politicizing religion, claiming moral ascendancy,
piously pretending from the pulpit that he is holy
yet, demonizing anyone who dares to disagree,
he is the perfect picture of blatant hypocrisy.
Never complaining even while accepting blame,
when transgressing he feels a sense of shame.
He applies the rules to others rather severely
but to himself reserves loopholes and leeway.
Not content that he forever remains the same,
he confronts his flaws and fights to right them.
He hurls accusations on just about anything
yet he is more wicked when no one is looking.
The lowly saint is cognizant of his human frailty,
holding no pretensions, his life an open book.
The hypocrite is the guardian of our morality
while he keeps a mistress hidden in the nook.
The saint knows he is weak and tries his best,
the hypocrite thinks he is nobler than the rest.
The saint is worthy of emulation, dead or alive,
the hypocrite is worth nothing except to his tribe.