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Modern Day Macbeth

A mother walks through bullets for bread
A child through shellfire for a sip of grain
Young girls bleed in corners quietly
Toddlers die in mothers' arm from thirst.

This is the plot, world is writing on,
Poets, presidents, painters even parrots
all scribbling words on rubbles and ruins.

An aid truck hums like ice cream van
drawing children to their deaths.
Graves are homes, morgues have IV drips
beeping machines mourn louder than mothers.

This is the setting, leaders are banking on.
Protestors, professors, publishers even pilgrims
all parading pain for policies and propaganda.

Camera's click as children chase compassion
Aid drops flutter like dying doves
every countable rib is a bestseller,
Prime time feeds on man-made famine.

This is the climax, audience is locked on
Photographers, producers, preachers even podcasters
all packaging pain for premieres and praise.

This is the modern-day Macbeth where power demands
we slit our conscience to wear crowns.
Guilt is a graveyard and every prophecy is screaming
from scorched soil to sear our souls.

In My Small Town

  
     No riots today in my small town
         No protestors or police around
     Everywhere I look, peace and quiet
         On Main Street, three dogs lie down

     Town’s not for sale ~ you cityfolk can’t buy it

Where Are They Now?

In this country

	Politicians line their pockets from back-door deals
	Sports figures kneel with raised fist, and protest our flag
	Hollywood celebrities exclaim they will leave our country
	Silicon Valley tramples on free-speech norms
	Corporate elites rig systems to transfer wealth

and live more royally than kings of yore, while

Children hunger
	for food
	for love
	for protection from abuse

Where are the marchers,
the protesters with cardboard placards
funded by big money,

Declaring that these,
the youngest of us
have a right to a life?

That simply being born
is not enough?

	Where are those God-fearing pickets?

The Big Lie Technique is Back

   The ‘Big Lie Technique’ is back
     designed to throw gullible masses off track

   Hamasniks scream: “End the Israeli occupation”
     though 2005 was the year of Israel’s Gaza abdication

   Gazans shout, “Israelis are starving us alive” 
     ignoring the 500,000 tons of food Israel’s supplied

   'Experts' tout, “Israel's murdered 9,500 Arab women in the war”
     though fewer than 5,000 have died if you’re keeping score

   Never a word about what caused Israel to fight 
     about Hamas' hostage-taking, baby-burning 
       about simple wrong from right

   And their chests puffed up with antisemitic pride
     Protestors world-over now cry
       “Death to the Jews” 
         "Gaza genocide"

   From the grave, Hitler and Stalin grin and salute 
     their ‘Big Lie Technique’ once dormant, newly revived

The Open Road

  Hittin’ the ‘open road’ was all the fashion
    Became America’s passion

  Decimated by endless repairs – 'under construction'
    not to mention protestors’ abduction

Ransomed

   Shouting and screaming
     about events far away
   Protestors shut down
     the Golden Gate Highway

   An important trial had to be canceled
     business-as-usual victimized, ransomed
   to the vain yells of the progressive nation
     which won't affect one iota
                                  Hamas' devastation

Humanity Keeps Bleeding

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Plato

Politicians keep lying
Hate keeps breeding
Jets keep firing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Homes keep tumbling
Hope keeps crumbling
Time keeps ticking
Injustice keeps screaming
Funerals keep delaying 
Peacemakers keep meeting
Media keeps shocking
Propaganda keeps faking
Tanks keep bombing
Earth keeps shaking
Fear keeps spreading
Soldiers keep fighting
Widows keep weeping
Sorrows keep growing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Tears keep flowing
Hunger keeps increasing
Journalists keep reporting
Poets keep writing
Music keeps playing
Teachers keep teaching
Clergymen keep praying 
Preachers keep preaching
Protestors keep protesting 
Faith keeps searching
Peace keeps fading
Ignorance keeps showing
Missiles keep shooting
Humanity keeps bleeding
World keeps sleeping
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying

War

evening news
in every land
shadows of war~

even the songbirds
have dissappeared.

***

protestors ~
in the garbage
photos of the lost,

prayers 
rising to heaven.

***

unheard
the cries of children
and old men

beneath the sounds
of weapon fire.

***

the blood
of innocence 
paints floorboards,

no passover
for the lambs.

***

tattoos of evil 
find evil again 
cycles repeat,

the question:
why?

The Soldiers of Jesus Christ

We are the African soldiers, 
The soldiers of Jesus Christ.
We are preaching the word of God to win our battle. 
Heavenly Father clothed us with His weapon, 
Which is 
His positive word. 
Holy Ghost clothed us with the powers 
So that people can know Jesus Christ. 
Our enemies use lies to destroy us;
They sing bad songs to insult us. 
They are hypocrites, 
Selfish fishermen fished in the furnace, 
And vomited electric - fish. 
Sunrise and sunset, 
They are in the streets shouting: 
“Shoot soldiers, and shoot officers in the offices “ 
They try to ruin our reputation with the fire and 
We are the fire fighters who fight in fireplaces. 
They are very stubborn, 
Barbarians, 
And blinds who had been blinded by bandits.
They forget that we are protectors
 Who protect protestors. 
Hypocrite hunters who hunt a hippopotamus on the huts.
Goodness is like the fire to them and 
Badness is their cold drinks.
Jealous is their daily uniforms
 And peace is like poison to them.
We are your true soldiers God,
Trained to teach different people. 
Put to shame our enemies; 
We are the powerful soldiers of Jesus Christ.

By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
Mussabwa Chris

Ashli Babbitt, Rip, January Sixth

                In Memory of Ashli Babbitt


Your name, to many, it matters not!
Killed in the Capitol like a piece of rot.
Against a wall, you……just standing. 
Capitol Police shot you, with Pelosi’s branding.
What a great plan by the conspiratorial Left!
Allow peaceful people to come in~ then.take away,
Their very last earthly, warm breath.

This woman of course, was in no way a Socialist.
A Retired Air Force woman, you destroyed,definitelly
was no terrorist! 
What a game plan: “Let’s give the protestors, Trump hats,
An unethical, deplorarable move, designed by Swamp rats.
Hundreds of good Americans in the hole since that day.?
Tienneman Square in our Capitol, how tragic, that day!


                             1/19/2023

One Way Or An Udder

Purple-haired teens of large girth,
courageously saving the earth,
are staging big pours
in grocery stores;
they're milking for all that it’s worth!


https://www.lbc.co.uk/news/animal-rebellion-protestors-pour-milk-across-uk-shop-floors-including-harrods-an/

Why Dick and Jane Can'T Write

Dick and Jane go to college
     to learn how to read and to write

   'Cos they didn't in high school
     where they studied, on You-Tube, the rights

   of violent protestors, sexual predators, 'n gender-bathroom rules
      ~ not to mention supporting 'Healthy Hemp' businesses too

Peaceful Violence Protest March

Funny how

Eco-warrior's , marchers and so
called peaceful protestors

Love nothing more than when
one of their marches descends

Into fighting mindless thuggery and
random violence

So they can then be viewed being
dragged away battered black and blue

Crying foul whilst shouting slogans
out loud with such emotive slurs

As Fascist , Sexiest , Racist and Nazi

By any means necessary at all so long
as it tugs at one's heartstrings

Because if they so believe the cause to 
be just then they can justify the means
to the ends

And if they have to bend or don't play
by the official rule's of engagement
then so be it

To me that time and energy would
be far better spent both educating and 
imparting knowledge

Via rational engagement , conscience 
and considerate debate

That creating conflict and just another
thing to fight about

Terrorists Within

Build a border wall
So terror can’t get in.
Bury your heads in sand
Against terrorists within.

Massacres at concerts,
Massacres in schools,
Massacres in churches,
Who are all the fools?

Where are the protestors, 
Where the loud outcry?
Where are those elected
To keep us safe, and why?

Money from the NRA
Is needed more than lives
Party solid, arm-in arm,
Backed by oft-told lies.

There are automatic rifles -  
Of guns there is a host - 
AR-15s and others
To kill and maim the most.

Let them sell in gun shows,
Where restrictions are benign.
Never mind their history,
Ignore the warning signs.

Just let every citizen 
Be armed up to the chin
So we can have more massacres
From terrorists within.

Sister Ann Roza

She asked the armed forces please don't shoot
A lady of high resolve and definitely so resolute
Kneeling before these men who carried guns 
Without doubt she was the bravest of all nuns

Prepared to die to save the protestors lives 
Freedom and peace is what this nun strives
The nun turned to the forces and started to cry
Protesters are innocent she said they shouldn't die

Sister Ann Roza is a most wonderful human being 
I hope you reading this are with me agreeing 
Her remarkable story is so poignant and true 
The people of Myanmar should not forget you

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