Satanic crimes are the most horrific and cruel.
They make gangland slayings look like nursery school.
Horn Slayings and Quotes by Horn
"People who take time to write a poem a day
probably do the same when they want to pray."
"When I will write poems composed uniquely
by me they certainly were done completely."
"As days of your long life continue to increase
With yourself is hardest person to be at peace."
Latest addition:
Behavior of politicians I presume is predictable.
All are highly indisposed as well as despicable.
Another:
Should sail on calm seas only if a fair breeze,
Or plainly put, when in deep doubt don't go out.
What I am going to do is just continue to add
on to all of my quotes and sayings under this
title.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
PS. They don't have a category for plain
and simple stupid.
Worn down by migration's perils;
Worn down by Neolithic spears -
They survived.
Though sabre-tooth gnashings stayed them;
Though Dire-wolves pack-savaged them -
They survived, they survived.
Though pursued by pharaohs for sport;
Though hannibalised by the armies of Zama -
They survived.
Through the ravaging of ivory coffles;
Through Tippu Tib's and Karamoja's lustings -
They survived, they survived.
Through Mutesa's and Lobengula's slayings;
Through the fauna annihilation of the Boers -
They survived.
Through King Leopold's bloody harvests;
Through trophy accumulators on safaris -
They survived, they survived.
Civilization had not yet flickered;
Its embers may have long faded -
They survive.
One thing to learn from them:
Inoffensive sagacity -
They survive, they survive, they survive.
Note 1: this is an imitation of the format of a beautiful poem “Trees” by Ondra Lysohorsky
Note 2: Tippu Tib, Karamoja Bell, Mutesa and Lobengula were all involved in the nineteenth century ivory trade.
In the valley of mourning,
my soul weeps for little ones.
Cheated from life’s vengeance,
victims of demonic slayings.
Sadness overcomes my heart,
tears stream like rivers raging.
Innocence dies in unmarked graves,
as blood paints hands of the guilty.
Why must anger be so deadly,
upon our future generation?
Fear knows no time anymore...
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