It's the season of false prophets...
coming into thick bloom online
at the end of their windless chime
they tell you to click and subscribe.
When predictions don't come to fruition
(thinking we've forgotten), they reset the timeline.
Ayahuasca is the latest fad...
At 5 grand a pop, it's an expensive shortcut
to the Cheshire Cat of Alice land.
I see profiteers pretending to be shamans,
puppeteers digging graves of the desperate.
My Friends take the long brutal path
It's honest and pristine.
The book says we'd not know the time nor day.
but would see signs within the season.
The false ones have predicted end times
since the beginning of time.
Their time is twisted by fear
their wisdom stained by ego
and distorted in profit.
Despite the deep haze and barbed veil.
We must not lose sight of humanity.
Despite waves of distraction and suffocation
we must not forget to breathe.
Despite the devils of division,
don't forget to give and unite.
Most of all, don't fear the long, steep path; its reward is eternal light.
THE ULTIMATE NATURE OF WAR
Sown love reaps world peace,
While sown hate will reap world war:
Power its sower:-
Sharers of love will sow peace:
Profiteers of war, sow hate:-
World peace uprooted,
War’s deforestation plows
World devastation:-
Armageddon coming:
God plowing us a new day:-
Be ever mindful,
War is a power monger’s
Child of destruction;
And will be chastised by God:
Its navel giver uprooted:-
We dream ourselves free and in our pride, we concoct lofty words of praise,
"We are democrats, lovers of liberty, free from prejudice and hate,"
In our furnace, we build the great human experiment, a dream always worthy to follow;
We speak melodiously, with noble sentiment, growing gardens of ideals meant to be seen.
But in reality, we are a vulgar mob, shoving and sharing quarrels,
Where passions are easily stirred by demagogues, media, belief profiteers, agitators.
Blasphemies uttered, this is called "the society of free people"; it's a heavy word,
What can we offer the world but overly full plunder we've stolen from humanity's land?
Under the hallucination that this mad theft can be called progress and bright culture,
We substitute our being in a blind race, too often tempted by subliminal deceit.
Everything is built on the foundation of illusion, a selfish altar on which we sacrifice common sense,
And we lose our hopes and dreams in the abyss of momentary prosperity, the delusion of a lawful happiness.
Rich get richer as they
ride shamelessly over
rights, and equality;
remorseless profiteers,
reaping their lust for gold,
reduce the rabble to
rats in a maze of debt.
The 6th and 9th have come and gone though none have taken note
that faraway, on those two days, an instant blazing blast
had vaporized morality. A bygone anecdote?
It seems such tales are best forgot and buried in the past.
But nonetheless, one must confess, the odds are highest now
that might and means have globalized the final battle field,
such that the victors also lose and perish anyhow.
The rulers in their zeal decide these facts be best concealed.
The warriors bit by bit rearm, their foes to nullify,
with strategies for victories where winners will prevail,
rejecting thoughts of compromise (though nukes are standing by!).
Yet still its grimly obvious that all will finally fail.
Beware you wide-eyed simpletons that follow, with the herd,
the drumbeat of the profiteers that draws us down this path
with prophesies of glory days and other things absurd.
Instead the skies above will burn, the only aftermath.
Christians once sacrificed their own,
To the God of Love, like pagans known,
Burning heretics, they claimed divine,
Killing their own in a holy shrine.
Those who fought for freedom's call,
Claiming Christian values above all,
Killed their own in cold bloodshed,
Replacing faith with "nation" instead.
Those who send us to war, with hate and fear,
Are not Christian, nor human, but profiteers,
Forcing the poor to meet their end,
Calling it justice, a moral trend.
And oftentimes, the word "justice" they use,
Substituting love, for violence they choose,
Replacing truth with words that sound,
A heartless scheme, worth millions of pounds.
The Crucified Risen, came to say,
There's only love, in a world astray,
Only love can conquer violence and strife,
Bringing peace and hope, to all of life.
Alla Antsis
April 7, 2023
Fake friends don't remember friends...
Don't have friends when they grow up
when they get rich...
They changed their identity, they don't recognize a friend
only sycophants,
collaborators
slaves of their enrichment...
In fact, they were not friends...
They were poor profiteers,
thirsty recruiters
thieves of other people's knowledge...
Over time they lost their dignity, their tenderness...
The feelings were erased,
killed the soul and,
promoted a culture of power... !
They are false to themselves...!
Powder profiteers
hide-seek bankruptcy evil
Corporate vultures
If guns don’t kill people
Why are so many people dead
Another moms child
shot in the head
Blackboards white chalk
splattered in Red
A teacher killed
For something she said
Victim after victim
Demons need to be fed
On violence they’ve been bred
We shouldn’t need
Metal detectors at School
A place of innocence has become cruel
What happened to the Golden Rule
Have we all taken on
the role of a fool
A gun isn’t just a harmless tool
It’s a weapon of mass destruction
and the most potent hate fuel.
I am scared by the NRA narrative
The power and control amendment imperative
Off to Washington lobbyist slobs
More and more gun factory jobs
Guns don’t lead to the collaborative
Weapons should not be the normative.
We have got in the habit of not looking up above
No gun has ever led to acts of love.
So until politicians become brave
Our society is a slave
Problems grow over time
We shouldn’t be so naive
Profiteers shouldn’t determine what we believe
In the end there are to many lives to grieve.
Our immune system fights viruses and all foreign bodies.
antibodies that protect the lymphatic office.
Immunological memory is the ability to recognize,
previously initiated the anti device.
Healthy microbes essential from cradle to grave,
mothers fungus touch and milk to survive.
The use of antibiotics killing those microbes,
sterile environment for the body that disrobes.
Smell, taste and recognition of individuality,
crucial role in and out of body decomposing reality.
Sanitizing will weaken the immune system procured,
called the hygienic hypothesis for rest assured.
Caught in legal procedure enforced to act,
given your body from shop to shop some poison in fact.
The psychological terror not to mention,
being prosecuted in scientific polluted detention.
Riding the donkey of hope as expensive load,
endurance of the profiteers that you owed.
The wind wailed, and I could hear the trees cry;
as I approached the scar of a clear cut.
No birds were on the ground or in the sky,
it resembled a killing field somewhat.
Before me lay the bleached bones of dead trees;
abandoned limbs, a woodsman's axe hacked off.
And stumps of a forest felled to its knees;
while locals protest and profiteers scoff.
Old-growth forests get harvested at length,
and soon, they will disappear forever.
These trees lend the Native people their strength;
a living link, we've no right to sever.
As this clearcut drew a tear from my eye,
the wind wailed, and I could hear the trees cry.
Well the Will of twenty twenty
Did not favour its kids gently.
Was the smirk in in that jerk's dying breath a gest left to make us unfriendly?
Or did it point at his suffocators, through pillows of plastic-made plenty?
Forget that loud death - there's quiet hordes
Bricked under this scene in front-room wards
Trapped, trialed, trickling up - put down by the order of the Always Of Lords
The mines that bind those poor prole's souls, extracting human oil like whale-ships boards.
Two and two's evils struck many by surprise
Some felt for necks, asked what's next, tried to open eyes
Saw cruelty crawl from Antique times, muffled in masks, found ways to rise
Saw profiteers who murdered years, bombs built below the pier in snake-sweat and lies
At the wake we'll say they died a crap uncle, and showed us good and sad.
The instant that first twenty waltzed in, it proclaimed itself to be mad.
Listen to the music of centuries
Remembering looking toward peace
"We must disentral ourselves"
The congressmen
Big black tires
Big black men,black suits
Siphoning your GRIT
The corporate war profiteers
Who are they as bats at night
Chameleons in all natures
Camouflaged at appropriate times
Demagogues!the cause of poverty
Be angry at the sun
The public men,publish falsehood
You are no Catullus you know;
To lampoon these crude sketches of ceasar
Struggle for power;and women for fame
I stand alone dazed words giving way
Blood gurgling down into the mud and sand
This nation,A village of thorns and brambles
The old earth is withered and undone
While decades pass
Pleasured in the dead's heritage
Riots and robs,
some busking in the glory of others
Others salvation
Others the lords of charity,
Splashing dirty millions in altars and Holly stages
You are begot and spawned in shame
Little resources huge demands
Oh wanjiku!How long shall the donkey tire for your load to be delivered?
So you thought life is easy
For what comes just goes
Seeking unknown,it's all hailstones
Oh Yee they fail again
But I'm going to tell you anyway
Even if you cannot hear me
Yes I'm sad you are gone
But I should spit on your grave I say
Drinking whiskey out of plastic mugs
and wishing the world were better
You couldn't see a way out?
And I heard your mind in the wind today
Should I blame them for your demise?
Should I blame yourself for your failure?
Ooh should I care why you left?
You hate love, you love life
Once you asked someone to hide the bottle,once you didn't
Boom!you failed from the merciless rope
And it squized you so hard
Kwi kwi they cried for you
But ways to die,most of them you can do while living
Once you heard that shame,is the closest thing to death
But neither do I blame you for their tears,
I blame the coperate war profiteers
House nor senate,house,judge
Nor agency.speak for us
A degree in my country
A decree in my country
No degree is needed
When decree’s respected
Not a degree is valued
When decree is issued
Any degree for boot-clickings?
Only a decree to boot-licking
No degree is profitable
As decree is on profiteers’ table
A degree seen to aid positive change
A decree is issued to end that change
A degree that’s hauling critics
Is issued a decree without ethics
A degree becomes problematic
As decree favors only diplomatic
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