Long before he donned the garb of terror
in his twisted mind, ‘no error’
He lay in swaddling clothes in his loving mother’s arms
a purveyor of charm ~ tender ~ incapable of harm
SORRY JAY TOWNSEND HENRY YOU NEED TO CONTACT THE OVAL OFFICE AN ASK TRUMP IF YOU COULD IMPERSONATE HIS FAMILY MEMBERS HERE IN AMERICA I AM QUITE SURE HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT IMMIGRANTS CAN NOT IMPERSONATE AMERICANS AND THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS CONTACT SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND YOUR SPONSOR AND SEE IF YOU COULD BECOME HER JAY BRAND JAY HEIMBACH OR PERHAPS ONE OF CIROS DAUGHTERS BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER EVER EXTORT MY IDENTITY HERE IN AMERICA THEREFORE CRAWL BACKWARDS TO MARTHA BRAE RIVER YOUR HOME IN JAMAICA YOU ARE COMPLETE SCUM YOUR MOTHER TONI TOWNSEND I NO LONGER FEAR YOUR DEATH THREATS STAY AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND AND I STAY AWAY FROM OUR FAMILY YOU ARE DANGEROUS VERY.TO DISABLED AMERICANS
Nelson Mandela was the man
the west loathed him
he wasn't white
he wasn't rich
he stood for the oppressed
not the South African white mobsters
that locked him up, undressed
he was a terrorist
or so they said
And now?
he's on your postage stamps
so lets prey for the day
when you learn the truth
thank-you Sinwar
for standing with humanity
There is no peace with an occupier
one cannot rest with a vile viper
ready to choke you
if anyone has doubts
go sleep in a gas chamber
then do pray
tell me how that works out
NO FEAR OF DOMESTIC
TERRORISTS THREATS
TRULY SAD I'LL TRY
HARD NOT TO READ
YOUR PLATES TODAY
UNLIKE FRANKIE BOY
CALI SHOT PICKING UP
HIS LICENSE PLATE
NO FEAR OF GARGANO
CRIME FAMILY
control point in time
control and dissertation
of language
free speech
i am alive, a life living
outside of california
the pandemic census
what your rights are during covid
isolation
while?
the rest of the citizens are not purged
as a genocide, in the streets of america
these are american war crimes
what rights don't you have
to come outside
california is not open for genocide and war crimes
yet?
you are open to this type of sexual satisfaction
gauranteed
this is prosperous notion
now the hurdle and stampede
continues
the purge is real the sun is the camera angle
the tinge of dead decaying boy flesh in your mouth is a great symbol of vignette. right?
wga cdc
Terrorist Brother
By Cathrin Stuart
A bully is too kind a word to bestow
On a person who will stoop ever so low
To inflict pain and torment on an innocent
A person that is pure evil and malevolent.
Like a dung beetle he looks for crap
Always tending to for a slap
Then he hides behind big brother
To make those he torments suffer.
His younger sister could not escape
Beat and trapped her under stilted place
Bruised, bleeding, soiled she begged and pleaded
She must feel how in boarding school he was treated.
If anyone took him on for what he did wrong
Mommy and daddy would join the throng
Blaming everyone for his bad behaviour
Not accepting lack of discipline their failure.
Burning down classrooms or garages
Mommy covered and paid the charges
Stealing his parents blind or drunken threats
Excuses and pity they make with no regrets.
They protect their terrorist like he is something precious
Beat his wires, took their money, a parasite - heteroecious
Abandoned his daughter; to put herself through school
Yet you may not object to this person so cruel.
Genocide Joe was killing them softly
his bombs though slaughtered thousands loudly
killer Kamala was more worried about the price of eggs
than bombing babies in Gaza's cage
now we have Trump
a criminal being a super criminal
openly stating
he will commit genocide
kill them all he proclaims
Israel's chief Rabbi said the same
kill we must, a million or more
Gods Chosen, spreading terrorism and hate
laughing, as they have Trump on a leash
the bomb makes Zionists aroused for their profits
If you remain silent now, let make a new name
a silentist following silentism
I promise you, you should be ashamed
the only thing greater than your shame
the victims pain
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terrorist state bombed hospital more than five hundred have died last week
It's fairly easy to spot a terrorist.
They wear masks to hide jagged intentions.
While goodness stands in the central light.
With hearts that are quite transparent.
A terrorist slaughters children in their beds.
Uses the innocent as a shield.
Goodness protects the young from harm.
Will fight to the end for every one of them.
A terrorist tortures and rapes women.
Then parades them through the streets.
They hide bombs in places of worship.
Then stomp to death the old and meek.
A terrorist will sucker-punch the angelic.
Then cower like rodents in a subterranean hell.
The righteous meet the devil's platoon head-on.
With fiery fists and a will made from God's iron.
A terrorist is an expert at projection.
Goodness will sit upon truth's throne.
God will always side with goodness.
While evil will perish, shamed and alone.
Ask yourself, are you a terrorist?
For there is an easy test.
Are you a blossom or a knife?
Do you cherish all God-gifted life...
Do you hold God close to your breast....
Or harbor black-hearted agendas.
Beating in rhythm with destruction and death.
I’d like to sing to you a lullaby
To make all your troubles disappear
Tell you there is no need to cry
That you will never know hate or fear
But I must tell you about the boy in class
With a gun tucked in his backpack
And how life can be taken in a flash
And some mistakes can’t be taken back
I would like to tell you a Fairy Tale
Of how friendships made will never end
And true love will always prevail
A world where evil will never win
But I have a different story to tell
About the maniac with a bomb in his car
Planned his action far too well
And left the shopping mall a lifeless char
I would like to hold you in my arms
To place a kiss upon your brow
Tell you I will keep you safe from harm
And always be there for you somehow
But a different song of fate I must sing
Not “Hush Little Baby, Don’t say a Word”
‘Cause the world is filled with monstrous things
With boiling blood and hatred stirred
So sleep tonight under a peaceful sky
Let tomorrow bring what may
I can only promise you that I will try
To keep all the monsters away
You don’t call him Terrorist’
Who can’t dislocate a wrist:
Whose speeches do the plain harm
While he might not waste a farm.
His palms like ancestors bares,
Ancient styles promotes like wares;
He’d forgotten worldly cares,
Save open taunts of false heirs…
Less Terrorist Humorist
To whom East West is West East
And A K 47
Kills just 47…
He is no more terrorist
As the clothed is Nudist:
In speeches sues not for peace
And cares not when faces crease
Fears food cooked by his niece
And wife first asks to taste hers
In case Eater ends in hearse…
Strange ways of prizing his fame:
Free to Holy wedlock shame:
The marching to marriage lame;
Juliet’s love for Romeo tame.
Books people read,Vance:faces,
On plain ones future crime traces;
How does he this a mystery
What is obvious: plain mastery!
Today's suspects later felons
In the act caught with their talons
Isn't this guy paranormal
By spooks sent for The Abnormal,
His orders:to make things normal?
Russia coming for Vance for use,
The World Terrorists for misuse...
US might not want to him lose.
Are there lazy guys in The White House?
Let’s pick your loudest ‘’ Yes’’ or ‘’No’’
And could they World Peace Moves a bit douse
I would wait for a ‘’ Speak on’’ or ‘’ Go.’’
For the first, Russians could one serve ‘’ Yes,’’
For the second ‘’Simply forget it;’’
From North Korea ‘’ Madness to just guess,’’
For the second, Moods worse than Snake Pit;
Israel could suspect You, and Question
Like the Pharisee did the Christian;
To Terrorists ‘’ You’ve got just The Time,’
As they keep searching for bombs to time!
Terrorists would Peace steal like a mouse
But US Gun Laws don’t make it grow;
If laze around Interns White House
The Preventable like Rivers flow!
I gathered: owns Busiest Tables
Along tagging with Smartest Cables:
Then each has signed for schedules quite tight;
To dither about could never be right…
For crying out loud America!.
Because of you I'm unemployed!
I can no longer threaten you with violence..
And I'm really very annoyed.
It's my job to make you fearful..
I'm an extremist and political threat..
But you are shooting each other in mass numbers..
And that was my job.. or did you forget?
How can I now be a Martyr?
You've stolen the World nightly news!
Another mass shooting in America!
Someones bad temper has blown a fuse!
You no longer fear the terrorist..
I'm no threat to the way you live..
However.. you fear thy neighbour..
You'd rather shoot and kill instead of forgive.
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