Yes it was him,
the man from my prophecy
born from starvation.
The trees danced
as he disappeared, and reappeared.
Flying discs spoke his birth
as I angrily begged him to stay.
I was so desperate almost to death.
He came at his own time.
Will I?
Their faces ‘don’t fit’
So we can’t put it on the news
- we don’t want to upset the likes
Of Benjamin Netanyahu
What will we tell our children ?
How many blind eyes will the world turn?
The world just stood and watched
As Gaza was bombed , flattened and burned
Sleep soundly Netanyahu
Tucked up in your comfy bed
But soon the Palestinian deaths you caused
Will wreak havoc in your head
May the sounds of thousands of screaming , dying children
Play constantly in your ears
May the souls of all you have killed
Act out on all your fears
As our governments conspires
to protect this war criminal
The rest of the world will take action
And condemn him to eternal hell
“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil,
Is for good men to do nothing.”
It's a quote routinely attributed to Edmund Burke.
"I have no right to post this.
Here in my ivory tower where nothing is amiss.
I eat when hungry and drink when I thirst.
Feel pity for those babes, but I always come first." The Poet.
A child is precious no matter where they be.
So who could inflict such agony?
They say the end is near,
If the crying stops by a child so dear,
Sweet might has no strength left to cry.
The mother must sit and watch the babe die.
Donations given but aid cant get through.
Great suffering by hunger, if the aggressors only knew.
Children of the Gaza,
How do you strive to survive?
Children of the Gaza,
Why aren't your struggles amplified?
Children of the Gaza,
Can you hear my voice?
Children of the Gaza,
Tell me, are you still alive?
Young souls, being killed everyday,
"Babies aren't meant to be here", they say,
There's a horrifying, terrified sound 2 year olds make,
Hearing the sound of planes.
Being fed water instead of milk,
Where has your baby formula been?
Being thrown bombs over your heads,
Is this how months olds are supposed to be fed?
Voices struck in their throats,
Bloody and hoarse,
Lost in the noise of destruction,
Panic attacks and starved stomachs.
What did they do to deserve,
To be born in the middle of the war?
Israeli hostages and Gazans hollowed,
the dark cold cruelty of some in humankind.
Gray circles under frightened eyes,
bones protruding from fading frames.
Listless song of the starving,
grieving God. ~
In the world today.' Familiy Farms being erazed...Aid witheld in gaza.? A pattern?
different in aspect yet the same; end game'
Starvation of real information..While the
Mainstream mediums posture along.' As the
Sheep are clever enough.. To feed' the Lord
Only knows though just what on.?
As some Indians
(dot, not feather)
go to great lengths
to ingratiate themselves
by obsequious behaviour
(bob your head if you agree with me)
could it be the origin
of the expression,
'To curry favour'?
Tho' hunger knows no bounds
forget the fatted calf
despite the nation suffering
from starvation by more than half
they'll curry a horse
but not a cow
those bovine ungulates
are holier than thou
I do not want to turn on the radio because I do not want to hear about more Palestinians starving in Gaza
I do not want to satisfy the growling in my stomach because I do not want to feel full when so many perish, even as food deteriorates at locked boarders
I do not want to watch television because I do not want to see the calamity of weaponized famine
Yet
my ears can not unhear
my hunger can not go unsatisfied
my eye can not unsee
the brutal horror of vengeance
unchecked
I dare not tune out the collective moans of a starving nation
I dare not think of my momentary lack when so many have suffered to the bone
I dare not watch when
targeted aggression goes awry
and innocents die
and the Red Crescent is no longer a symbol of piece, but a target for chaos and destruction
No I will not watch the world watch,
in silence
There, my home
There, where good never comes within bull's roar of eer
There, where penurious rule the penury
There, my home
Where hazy are hopes and aspirations
Extort common men for piles of gold.
What a great leader! Please keep it up
Lo! Blotted copybook with corruption
Oh! Lord of karma
Shade is now on our beam ends!
The earth has swallowed and digest the good
Today, all heads above stinks
Indeed, they are pure
Words are more eloquent than silence!
For tomorrow holds cloudy sky
We need more voice to win!
To pull up one's socks on damnation
Our needs calls for strong constitution
Which extinguish the fire of starvation
And also stands as protection
For us and them the future generation
Quote: "There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” – Mahatma Gandhi
In wars, innocent lives are the cost,
Their homes, their dreams, forever lost.
Starvation strikes, food laid to waste,
Leaving many hungry in its haste.
In silent shadows where hunger hides,
Aching emptiness, sorrow abides.
Whispers in the dark seek a ray of light,
A glimmer of hope to end the night.
In bellies hollow, echoes resound,
Souls wear thin, despair is found.
Streets echo with desperation's cries,
As hunger's grip tightens, hope tries.
Yet within hearts, resilience blooms,
Defying hunger's relentless gloom.
Let's extend our hands, open wide,
To those in need, nowhere to hide.
In acts of kindness, flames are fed,
Bringing warmth to the hungry, unfed.
We tend to give a little more
to the little ones.
Nonetheless,
it's not a matter of
belittlement.
The lesson in lessness,
is not a matter of nothing less
nor nothing else
nor is it about starving to nothingness.
Nevertheless, it's more or less
about giving a little less in
little bits of littleness,
in meager, measly morsels,
that just suffices
and leaves one
just less than starving,
but with a little more
hunger within,
yet to be satisfied.
They have not a place to stay
Sitting there, starving, all day
It causes me to bemoan:
The fact that they’re all alone
Food shortage looms again the world over;
as war in Ukraine threatens wheat supply!
Globe faces the hurricane of hunger
due to hypersonic missiles that fly!
Modern weapon’s devastating power
lets both enemies and civilians die.
The rain of bullets coming from the gun
never lets mankind eat beneath the sun!
A praised righteousness is made to end,
Twelve swear to not again money lend,
The First, to often penury pretend,
The Second, to always for himself fend,
The Third, not even his next of kin tend,
The Fourth, starvation of beggars shall extend,
The Fifth, a dying visitor back home send,
The Sixth with all market prices contend,
The Seventh, to philanthropy never bend,
The Eighth, marrying a poor doesn’t intend,
The Ninth, garments of old debtors rend,
The Tenth, on redeemed debts depend,
The Eleventh, never his wife’s sandals mend,
The Twelfth, a promised church building suspend!
A lender who turns a miser,
Has smelt the odds in not being wiser,
Not a dime releasing, wealth stabilizer.
Wisdom ~ Food for the Hungry
Anger ~ The Death of Wisdom
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