TIME TO CHANGE THE TERRORISTS THREATS ON.LICENSE PLATES UDED IS OUT DATE SENSELESS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS THREATS J68 M69 J64 A72 M99 J98 U84 PBU 88H 89H 77HO ALB RHO 9HOP67 D33 D37 THE VENEZUELA DREADFUL MEXICAN HARD DRUG MANUFACTURER BREAKING INTO HOME ANOTHER ONE DLB NO DEAL WILL EVER BE MADE WITH YOUR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS IDENTITY FRAUD GROUP CHANGE THE PLATES SOME OF US DON'T CHANGE OUR PLATES EVERYDAY LIKE RENEE NICOLE GOOD IT'S ALL GOOD ON ALL GOOD STREET MARIETTA GEORGIA BACK OFF SCUM
No one saw me slip into the cockpit.
I dreamed of flying like pilots on TV.
So many buttons — which one should I press?
I picked the green; the plane began to roll.
I pressed again — it raced across the tarmac.
A man ran fast and screamed, “Terrorists! Child?”
The wing struck hard; another man cried out.
A bus rolled out to block the moving plane.
I saw the crash, then fainted in my seat.
Metal shrieked louder than my heartbeat.
I woke to police swarming all around.
They called a child pilot a terrorist.
My name was on the news — same scary word.
That word burned deeply;
I had to ask myself,
What did it mean? I wondered every day.
Not till I grew up did I learn the truth.
That day inspired my dream to be a pilot.
Lady luck alone had saved me from death —
Green button, scream, and question — all began.
in fact, Israelis ~
the real big terrorists,
clear in Palestine
What a surprise
is not those non whites
those of a different religion
or race
nor those from "Over there"
is you, yes you
Can you imagine in 1940 saying this?
You would be arrested, locked up, deported
In the United Satin of America guess what?
is 1940
And yes you are the terrorists
sent forth from Church's
in America
to medicate Jesus Christs Sins
Buyor's or Sellor's of Contemptuous
Days, a pawn, a brillo saint
from vaccinations conundrum
Persevered by rogues of sugar
cubes
In December's chilling, silent air,
Echoed a grief too great to bear,
Empty chairs, where laughter sat,
A nation's heart, forever flat.
The books lay open, untouched, unread,
Dreams were shattered, tears were shed,
Small hands that held pencils bright,
Now lost forever to the night.
No words could heal the broken cries,
No comfort soothed those weeping eyes,
Yet in their courage, we must see,
The spirit of unity, strong and free.
We hold their memories close, we swear,
To build a world more just, more fair,
O children lost on that cruel day,
In our hearts, you'll always stay.
The creation of Zionists
brothers of destruction
they kiss and hold hands
extremists who fell in love
with the each other
depravity their brand
one and the same
dead babies be damned
When the oppressed
after thousands of white shrouds
mourning their losses
they still rush to save their
pets
The devil boils in his darkness
evil will never win
Sadly, as before
we support the Terrorist State
not the oppressed
not the child on roller skates
we support the Zionist hate
snipers shooting freedom
daily
every fatality
a testament
to the crime
Jahore Pakistani kind of terrorist driving a Tahoe shooting into my home attempting to impersonate me gain royalties from my American poetry sorry my ancestors served Wwll Vietnam Korean Afghanistan Iraq for these reasons I will never ever fear scum like you carrying a rubber badge you obtained from Gargano strip club on fletcher ave.in Tampa bay don’t forget who you are you are actually times 30 Gargano ran a garbage disposal strip club of females just like you only you become obsessed with my identity freak of nature back off sorry you got caught in bed with my abusive ex husband this gave you false hope that you could audition to become me after death Ha ha ha ha truly funny twisted and sick ha ha ha ha stop breaking in my home for underwear that won’t make you me dear ha ha ha ha you are very twisted ewwww thank you god for exposing this imposter jay Townsend Johnson Henry Tampainian clone.
I am American
Barbarity's own Deity,
The "Black Knight" of perversity:
Ascending through gross ignorance,
Descending on to Hell's province.
This callous god despises light
And seeks the deepest, darkest night.
It spawns a cult of terrorists -
Impoverished, soulless separatists.
This cunning god invites the "lost"
To join its cause, but at what cost?
It sacrifices human fate
For what its creed would consecrate.
This corrupt god projects this trait:
Its mission is to promote hate.
It draws the worst from human ties -
Despicable through flagrant lies.
A "counter faith" to those we know,
It stands alone - allowed to grow
From seeds of immorality
To acts of dire depravity.
What frames the Terrorists discourse
That causes pain without remorse?
This Deity of coarsest fame
Whose imfamy has claimed its name.
What will you say
When you see
Someone in the groove
Driking some guava
Juice?
How will you feel
When you find
The grave Of your lost
Relative under the guava
Tree?
How will you Look,
When a big black
And white
Goat eating
Dry grass
At the grave yard
Of saint
Georges?
How will you guess,
When the big gaz
Pipe lines which
Pass in the seas
Block?
What will you sing,
When some racists
Antagonists, haters
Xenophobics, gangs,
Crooks, liars
Prostitutes
Terrorists
Welcome
Christ Jesus
As their Lord
And
Saviour ?
May 03/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
questions strong they ask
answers solidly they seek ---
no weapons around
26 May 2022
Other terrorists have overtaken,
invaded and captured,
have consolidated, merged
and dispersed.
It's a mess.
Splinter groups
have assailed the other's,
infiltrated, established pockets of
of doubt and confusion.
Conspiracy theorists
claim that we ourselves
are those other terrorists.
Other's counterattack
with long lists of demands
hoping to debunk and distract
from that kind of
terror talk.
Cowardly terrorists caused many people a great deal of sorrow.
On September 11, 2001, 2,996 people would have no tomorrow.
Many people died because a few planes were hijacked.
Almost 3,000 people died and they won't be coming back.
At those innocent people's funerals, many people showed respect by sending flowers.
All because those terrorists caused those planes to crash into the World Trade Towers.
Twenty years ago today, many had good reason to be afraid.
Time sure does fly, it doesn't seem like it has been two decades.
Mom donated $100 to the families of the people who passed away.
She was truly sorry that those people perished on that terrible day.
That tragedy is something that people can't forget, it's something we will always remember.
Because of cowardly terrorists, many innocent people died on the eleventh of September.
(Dedicated to the people who perished on September 11, 2001)
Today commemorates that awful day-
termed nine-eleven, twenty years ago,
when we, in shock, stood helpless in dismay
of what our eyes observed- that terror show;
planes downing our Twin Towers in that way.
So hard to comprehend those loved ones gone,
observing there or from our TV sets,
and praying that firefighters could bear on
to help, but later learned with sad regrets,
that hundreds gave their lives in spite of brawn.
The visions we beheld that dreadful year-
three-thousand dead- can never be erased.
Their families then left to persevere
without dear loved ones- prayed to be embraced
by faith in God to heal their pain and fear.
Today, our fears are bounding once again!
The Afghan warriors were just set free-
ending the war our soldiers died in! Then-
our weapons left behind that now decree-
more fears of future wars; not if- but when.
September 11, 2021
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