Trial in Complaint by Corruption
Without notice of state of emergency regarding homelessness
Poverty law precludes me from prosecution as in definition of rights the slaves literacy is justice.
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Rampancy is AI's path to gaining humanity, don't let it happen to you.
Viruses of rampancy, people of complacency
artificial stupidity and tendency of reliency
Power of data trumping over human concurrency
supraventricular electrical impulses, non-consistency !
Keypad touch, mobile infancy absorbing frequency
we are lost in the path of dependency
A colony of monotonous beings, unilateral efficiency
communicative only on screen the act of flippancy
The soul and heart of us have lost their tendency
to communicate with word proficiency
We have become sedentary, lost in robotic Influency
and our cel phone is a continuous absorbency
Don't let this artificial world cause you despondency
your spirit is in an urgent state of emergency
Unplug, go meet nature and lose your dependency
talk to one another and give computers less occupancy.
Lawrence of Neasden,
Man of action in the past,
Reflected with dismay
How life had moved so fast.
So many years gone now
Since they’d gone to war
And Lawrence no longer
Rode his camel anymore.
It’s ashes rested in an urn
On the mantle shelf
Alongside its photo and
Those of Lawrence himself,
All dressed in style
In their combat gear
With others of the Corps
All paraded in the rear.
Sometimes it brought
Many tears to his eye
When he recalled
Their last fond goodbye
Before they’d all dispersed
Their duties well done
Secure in the knowledge of
A fine victory won.
There’s an empty space now
There in Lawrence’s carport
Where in the state of emergency
All the troops would report.
He can hear the harness jingle,
Hears those throaty roars,
Where in his mind Lawrence
Rides his camel once more.
Through the streets of Neasden.
If the breeze is just right,
Sometimes there’s a little jingle
In the stillness of the night
Is it the shade of Lawrence
Loyal to the very end
One last phantom patrol
Atop his faithful camel friend.
The life of a third world citizen
I shade the tears of joy last night
Cos I could feel life again
I was born In the third world country
Raised by the community
I lived in the midst of alot of people
No wonder I love people
Don't except me to bleed today
Cos I shade the tears of joy last night
I saw the truth I saw the God awoke
I saw the spirits arise
I saw the truth closer
It mirrors was not broken
I saw a new life
Then I knew why the universe
Allow us to suffer first
So instead to bleed
Last night I shade tears of joy
The life of the third world citizen
Don't except me to write you
A biography of our state of emergency
It is what it is
Yet despite what it is
We are still existing greatly
From our dark world
Always present all over the globe
Singing to the world
Making the world smile
Entertaining the broken heart globally
We can't stop and let the world die
So fast in sadness
No wonder despite all the strange life
We bear
Yet we are the magic
The world can't do with out
God bless Africa
Explain Nigeria
There is nothing
To explain
Nigeria is what it is
Am sorry to disappoint you
We are not better
We are not the worst
But the people
Are not happy
With it leaders
The youths are not
Empowered
The economy is suffering
And it people
Are agitating to divide it nation
So I could simply
Define Nigeria as
A state of emergency
A conutry of confusion
Is the proper way to
Explain Nigeria
Brother and Father, true
Of 90 years, they have no clue
Grandchildren rush to wishes, send
None yet, from the great-grandson at Trent's end
Born in the depression pit
Promised relief if at desk, you sit
Watched a subcontinental tear
To join a state of emergency, rare
From steamship to service royal
You proved yourself truly loyal
The crown's agents embraced you, sure
For their empire's profit, pure
You, in stature, grow
Wife and kids in tow
Gave them your all
Theirs to rise and fall
A new crown stalks the land
They miss the card in your hand
Joke's on them, right
Let them learn a nonagenarian's might
From the prodigal, a wish in rhyme
This sixty-second time
No mere words, off a duck's back
True feelings of love, don't lack
Under a State of Emergency
California Inferno
We thought 113 degrees was so bad?
Now people and pets have to run for their lives!
Whilst we sit cooly in out poetic
dives!
So absorbed in this community of
electronic society?
Looking out my window, seeing yellowed skies.
Full of smoke and debris,
Best stay indoors, highly advised.
Northern California, we are taking
a big hit!
Thanks to the fury of lightning, which dry brush
and trees took afiery hit.
Vacaville, Fairfield, Napa being evacuated.
It's frightening to be living here.
Once a free- thinking state that
I held so very dear.
To be in the middle of the virus
and people running for their lives,
Makes me want to take my cat,
a few things.
But, I ask..where is there to hide?
August 19, 2020
3pm PST
CUTE WENDS SCISSOR HANDS
It’s lock down in Jozi, a state of emergency
As you know,
Wends my hair dresser sent me a what’s app,
Haven’t seen her for Three weeks or so,
She’s bored, so started to cut her front and back
Lawn with her scissors,
As for now has no customers, so does not use
Her salon’s mirrors!
One morning, all of a sudden, I woke up as a perfectly happy person. My children burst into tears, my wife called 911, the guys in the hazmat suits evacuated my neighbors, the city hall declared a state of emergency. The UN Security Council called for an explanation from my country authorities, but the feds play for time, monitoring me from outside the exclusion zone's perimeter: the only happy man on Earth is not much of a problem, actually.
a butcher shop in
a vegetarian block…
that’s what it looks like
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A bad virus
has taken state
South America's infection
complicates
Antibiotics
required to kill the germs
Open heart surgery
removes infesting worms
Gang leaders
Of the wild, wild South
"Jail Minds "
Casting spells about
Corrupted elements
Rob the people blind
Not a drop of water
Miseries of every kind
Hearts be strong
Nicolas Maduro falling down
This tyrant's time is done
Venezuela's freedom has begun
Victory's won
After the wind stops blowing
We will pull down the shades
The thunder rumbles past our yellow, one story apartment.
Standing close to the foamy shores
I can hear the newscaster murmur its warnings of another flash flood watch.
I adjust my headphones, picking up a Vogue to pass the time.
One-third off,
sixty-six percent marked down quality
At the voting booth bazaar,
base gypsy thoughts are belly dancing
around your capitalist-veiled head
You like what that smiling politician said;
promising you a lot of green bread,
come get your lying share
Saying you gon have so many job offers,
corporate courting you to their employment bed
Every four years,
work is always
glamour sold as being so sexy
Balaam’s mule is shaking his hemorrhaging head
Dire diagnosis: Voter apoplexy, I’m afraid —
campaign promises are clinging on life support
State of emergency inaugural arrival,
listen to what the Surgeon General said:
Democracy is flatlining ... ‘bout to go brain dead
And the lobbyist mortician merchants are free-market shilling:
Get the funeral voter discount,
an ivory coffin is life insurance tax-cut pre-paid
Vote for the wizard you do know ...
follow the Oz path to perdition,
where yellow bricks of cruel compassion are laid
Savage beatings
Not within reason
Rioting police lines
Violence is in season
A city gets divided
Teens called this time
A purge filled with crime
Words by a mayor
Incited Civil unrest
Mass panic attacks
While patience is put
To the ultimate test
Encroachments at its best
Why are we waiting
When even the mayor
Wont stop complaining
National guard called
A state of emergency
An entire city is walled
Are all among the headlines
I can remember when
People used to morn
Whenever someone had died
Where are we going
What are we doing
Such ignorance and
disobedience ensuing
America is losing
This is what happens
When misunderstanding
And lack of knowledge
Meets deliberate provocation
Chaos like thunder
Tearing asunder
Most people in wonder
The others are running
It's Bad timing
And Who's lying
Everyones wrong
When people are dying
Children are crying
Parents subsided
If we can't stand together
Then why bother trying.
The old mans eyes lights up
As he retells the story of the hero
Who grew in his own village our village
Who was one of them grew with them
He tells of how the hero disagreed
With the colonial church and went on
To found the African independent church
Later on he joined the freedom fighters
On the fateful day they surrounded
His hideout as he awaited provision
Sold out by a traitor who was said
To poses two voices..meaning
The traitor served two masters
Surrounded by the king African rifles
John stone asked for a cigarette
After which he scampered into the bush
Accompanied by a hail of bullets
The following days schools were burning
Independent African schools were burning
And a state of emergency was declared
And the slopes erupted in war and terror
The battle was to redeem the land
And many paid a heavy price.. blood
The old man sighs.. those were sad times
Those were sad times he ends the narrative
code 254
(A heroes remmembrant)
I look myself in the mirror and I
quickly look away, the man I see
before me was different yesterday
seems to me I worship the same
God everyday, I been a slave to my
flesh for too long still I'm hoping
today is my payday, Mayday my life
is in a state of emergency, they say
it's power in prayer I hope so
because me not doing so is hurting
me, my surgeon says I gotta heart
condition and the only way to fix it
is to be sincere with repentance,
forgiveness only takes place when
the heart is broken and contrite,
psych 101 when your mind is a
slave, no matter how hard you try
it's hard to escape, but the father
threw a rope a way out of this
destruction, the son gave it all up
and it cost us nothing. So as I look
back into that mirror I see what he
saw imperfect perfection, sanctified
sinner who by faith and grace he
predestined
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