Gifts and talents
Identified early on
The plan to alter
Developed, til gone
Anointing perceived
Tricky intervention
Appearing helpful
Pursuing prevention
Years of abuse
Final blow dealt
Songbird silenced
Joy no longer felt
A shell of a being
Walking dead
The spark of light
Covered in looming dread
If not for LOVE
Voice could not be heard
The sacrifice of HIS blood
Delivered the TRUTH in WORD
....Sing forth O barren woman
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-26-2026
There is a language barrier being created
adopted and fostered by social media
controlling certain dialect from surfacing
kept down with bad manners treasonous acts
Governing bodies has signed the soul of democracy away
to address another human life form rubbished neologism
firstly a status of hate filled pride needs to be brought into account here
to alter facts and grammar suiting a wicked agenda
This has no value when examined for what's right and just
silence is no longer a tool of the innocent
when powered to speak with lawful manners
From the wool of a Lamb knitted into a soul
the Lion will roar within this arena
words are enslaved put in chains by bigots
backwards justice in the end will fail terribly
because the finger will always point out
the truth from deep within a person's heart
The jig was up
and the seller got the shaft
as the fletcher (all a-quiver)
pricing feathers (more arrows for to craft)
saw the target total cost (legal tender)
as sky-high (yet altho' not immoral)
let fly and shot his bolt (at the vender)
which started quite the quirky quarrel
His rants will our freedom stifle
The lives of others a trifle
The lies Trump expounds
Sound like lethal rounds
Shot from Don's mouth like a rifle
He had to be mad
to invade Ukraine
his troops followed orders
they must all be insane
to cross the borders
an unwarranted attack
by a megalomaniac
bombarding innocents
who couldn't fight back
one leader was a comedian
the other is a clown
the former gave us smiles
the latter makes us frown
what do the Russians hope
to achieve or accomplish
by destroying all they covet
leave us alone Ukraine's only wish
and it would be right in the pocket
if Zelenskyy signed a docket
for a galoot in cahoots
who's a-rootin' tootin'
to shoot a stealth rocket
between the ears of the idiot Putin
G-ood
I-ntentions
N-urture
A-ll,
L-etting
O-bjectives
R-ighteously
E-mploy
N-obility
Z-one's
O-penness
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Registered voices polled
election tide Red
getting their collective way.
Reaping, now what they sowed.
Excited delirium mandated
targets, tariff topping. Tempted
serendipity. Look at you now
What can we expect from a government denying God's plan
that which speaks in parseltongue the language of snakes
this which is a skill that converses through black magic
Pretending to care it focuses on taboo subject matter
how blind has become the darkness surrounding these souls
They start shedding when the light illuminates their heart's desire
working tirelessly bending the will of many to comply and submit
Let's thread the needle and pinpoint the words
fear where the fruits of this deception grows
without roots rotten apples trying to spread an agenda removing choice
there is only one Law I obey these days and it sure as hell is not man made
My cries
Who listens?
My Thoughts
Who cares?
Life after
A wonder
Tears pour
Frightened moment
The pain
Anguish felt
The struggle
No way out
The fate
Must face
Situation
Must be strong
The circumstance
Looking to overcome
Standing alone
A slight pause
Thinking aspect
Yesterday’s wait
Tomorrow’s new day
Worries upon worries
Sorrows minute
A voice of worry not
Believe
Cries to Heaven
Of course, there will always be that one
that leaves a smoking hole in your being,
a wound from a bullet
that was mistaken for love.
It is chastening to know that
that special person has quite forgotten,
nor will even note
your long disappearing trick.
More importantly, you now realize,
that it was you
who shot yourself.
Hugh, listen
How do you hit the target?
I don't hit the target,
The bullet does.
Hugh, but the bullet is a fool.
It is if you are a fool,
And a big mouth too.
Fired shots that smelt not their target,
Gold digger far away from nugget;
Plight of the masses fought the wrong way:
Not one of them did meet a bright day...
Your pictures in offices fidget,
The days left I count with each digit.
You have the ship steered; You've had your say
But the whole thing looks perfect child's play.
What more would one want to analyze?
It might even lips paralyze.
Not a single thing will normalize:
"More Hardship!" If I should summarize.
A wonder you did that legislate:
What won't my punishment mitigate;
We all saw what figures indicate
Which dull child can't the problems locate?
Outgoing president: A Disaster:
Eight years back dying to be Master...
Q.1.Did the Police attempt to stop the vehicle
and did the occupants defy the orders??
Q.2.Why did the Police open fire and yet the
occupants were not shooting at them??
Q.3.Why didn't the Police shoot the vehicle's
tyres to immobilize it instead of lethal force??
Q.4.Why did the Police aim at the passenger
and not the driver??
Q.5.Why did the Police open Fire and yet there
was a child allegedly on board the vehicle that was
reportedly carjacked??
Q.6.If the vehicle was common on that road then what
caused the mistaken identity??
Q.7.How did the Police confuse a KDG 200M and a
KDJ 700F??
Q.8.What was the colour and model of the vehicle that
was carjacked??
Note.This is zafar supari killing with help from intelligence..
There is a bull’s eye on my heart.
A knife protrudes up to the hilt.
It twists and turns and tears apart,
defines the edges of bloodguilt,
but I survive, rebuild from start.
The bull’s eye shines - I can’t fake it.
Continues on around, around.
Again, repeat – I can’t shake it.
Goes up and down and runs aground.
When all is done – I can’t take it.
Semblance of love and care depart.
It tears my heart to small pieces.
Your aim was good, your words impart
intent for true love surceases.
Observe the bull’s eye on my heart.
Two protesters, breaking some laws
To convince folks to notice their cause,
Threw two cans of red soup
And stood by as the goop
Trickled down a Van Gogh without pause.
It was “Sunflowers,” and, worst of all,
They then glued themselves fast to the wall.
The tomato soup’s aim
Only damaged the frame,
Though the act in itself did appall.
Still, I wonder, did nobody see
What was obvious, clearly, to me?
Flinging soup at Van Gogh
Makes no sense, since we know
How appropriate Warhol would be!
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