The Lost Tribe
Holocaust, this tragic word, millions of lives lost in its
name, and it has not ended. This time,
it is the
Palestinians who are victims of a people
who have learned only one lesson to survive
one has to be
and able to tell lies and
cynically play on Europe’s common guilt.
Hitler wasn’t able to remove the Jews; we Christians
wouldn’t let him.
The people of Israel have taken it upon themselves to
emulate their former tormentors,
will not be able to eradicate the Palestinians
we, the despised and cowardly Christians,
will not let them.
The raw disregard the Israelites show against their Semitic Brothers borders to self-hate; it will corrupt them, and they will sink into nihilism.
Dust upon dust, the story could have been so different hadn’t
they decided that kindness
was a hindrance when creating their tribal paradise.
Hans Staten explorer in 1557 was at large!! And into the Amazon he did
Barge..He was sion taken as a prize..To be cooked and eaten
Later..No lies.) It took all his ingenuity, and our God the only Creator.)
To be the survivor.' And an escaper, of such really vile capers.'
He had to sing a merry song..? That they taught him while he
Waited long (it went now! here comes your meal.) Or close enough
Narrated i feel' in reading you'll be quite enlightened.!! And learn of other religions.' Of pagan deity and how that affected some people
A bit frightening..? And religions? anyway..) Its a cultural feast.' to
Put away.' in this you may; choose (how you will banquet?) On the sacrifice of Jesus.? Or you could go by these green gods; rule sets?
You choose.' And they are now again
Reviving? As the davosites have reset, or re-started? devising.? Just have a read about dear Hans; before you. And real sanity are parted Oh lands!.. Reminice of
Those oak leaves? on ss lapels..And repeat after watching
At least' 10 million peoples hell? That some experiments didn't really go
That well.'
Family is not anything
But everything
Family the root
You the offspring
God chosen
To walk side by side
Through all seasons without leaving.
Tribes not a language
Rather your people
With same
Heart and spirit
But different goals
Sharing same dreams
Supporting each other relentlessly
Family and tribe
Never to be traded
Neither be disputed
But to always confide
Abiding without betrayal
Courageously striving and thriving.
some people retain their natural goodness
from their babyhood days, doing the right thing
these are the thinkers who wait their turn
do not jump in and correct people or overpower other’s thoughts
by interrupting, cajoling, teasing, or being devil’s advocate
I like these people. they are included in my tribe
I know ten of them; they are my posse
they are wholesome and kind
often do not get along with each other
but they all like me
that is what I have to go on
and count on
Here is my best advice
and maybe the only one I have
because I believe some people need this one
FIND YOUR TRIBE
it may not have been your family of origin
that is okay
Do not feel guilty about that
Do yourself a favor
Do what you love to do
Go where you love to go
Find people with whom you LOVE to hang out!
FIND YOUR TRIBE
they are out there
Waiting for you
Do not feel guilty about it
Go and find them, so you can
relearn how to be you.
The lost tribe
Holocaust, the ongoing tragedy
this time, it is the Palestinians who are victims
from a tribe that has learned that if one has
to survive, they must be ty, able to tell
lies and cynically plays on Europe's
common guilt
The people of Israel took it upon themselves
to emulate their former tormentors
tries to eradicate the Palestinians from
the face of the earth
The better-educated youth of today
will not let them, while corrupted elders
stay silent.
Israel's hatred will corrupt them
they will sink into nihilism
dust upon dust, a better story was possible
greed, arrogance, and vanity
is destroying the tribe
There will never be a great Israel
Born into a world, beautiful, free
Innocence, beauty, perfection.
Can do no harm, a soul without sin.
Happiness, excitement, time to explore.
Taking time to trust oneself,
The world so free of hurt and pain
I frolick and run, pretend stalk in the rain
Everyday and all day dusk till dawn,
To describe it clearly, after learning to crawl
The freadom to live and be natures king
I walk with my tribe, proud and unaware of sin.
The wind and sun settling on my skin.
The reason for creation to live honest and true.
My only deception for others to see
Is stalking, preying on a next meal for me.
I remain proud and fierce in natures home.
One wish is that humans would leave us alone.
Across the city the emperor called
For recruits to join the legions
Travel to new and strange lands
And conquer for covetous reasons
As sun beat down they trained their men
To fight for colonisation,
Taking with them skills and knowledge
Introducing urbanisation.
Past mountains, lakes and plains they marched
Battalions stood United
Crossing countries, rivers, sea,
Arriving uninvited.
Invasion, yet they brought with them
Progression, innovation;
Technology since lost in ages dark
Transforming a whole nation.
Roads of stone, heated floors
Domestic sanitation,
Walls dividing tribes and clans
Fuelling aggravation.
Yet Britain’s climate, wet and dour,
It’s warriors and chief,
Sent Rome’s great fighters fleeing home
Struck dumb in disbelief,
That this small nation could be such
A hostile, retched place,
And Rome needed protecting
From the Jutes and Angles race.
So after Constantine’s withdrawal
Britain re-emerged anew,
Rebirthing of a greater nation,
Than the one the romans slew.
Left behind their legacy
Culture, architecture
But no longer an unwitting, oppressed,
Out-posted prefecture.
Medicine Woman resposes at the top of the summit
surveying her village, protecting her tribe
a brave’s job, her mother scolded her
Medicine Woman scoffs, keeping a sharp eye out
From the womb life gushes forth,
in hues of verdigris, red, yellow and blue.
Her children leafy sentinels, two-legged,
four-legged, scaled and winged;
suckle from her abundant breast.
We are each a Gaia-seedling,
though womb waters are safe harbor for some
her essence resides in all within Gaia’s tribe.
Shining in the distance was a pinata shaped like round bubble
A skinny limber boy yelled to his friend, “I will hit it on the double!”
The friend was watching star lizard twist on mountain with his curly tail.
Chuck, a skunk fox hybrid brought in bits and tatters of the morning mail.
Larry, an unassuming chipmunk tossed around his ruffled lace umbrella.
Dorothy, the girl in the slip dress told Larry he was an interesting fella.
Chickadee was fearful of the palm with the leather chaps and third eye.
Woe is me said the oak tree, I agree. I might even have to cry.
Cartoon petroglyphs rounded out the twerking tree tribe nicely.
Artist capturing everything complained, “does it have to be precisely?”
A turquoise lady bug who was butting in rolled her eyes and said.
You might leave out the chickadeel he is so still, I think he’s dead.
I lost my whole family
So I took in a neighbor
I have paid, sold, washed, shopped, cleaned, and done for this neighbor more than anyone in his life has
His own children won't call him,
but I do
His ex wife is dating his old friend
I continue to encourage him
He is lost in the meta verse
One day he'll tell people about me like he tells me about others
All of the good people he Met in life are all memories now
and I reminded him one day you'll explain how you had a beautiful person who BEGGED to be your sister.
Showed you more love than your own kids
but because she is a BLACK WOMAN
she means nothing- you'll never call her your sister
you will never protect her like family.
You will remember her for cursing when she's mad
No matter how much she does you will never protect her from men'
because our men are so scared and weak in character.
I deserve better and will never beg to be anyone's family again.
Nowadays, It is easy to make a clone
One day I will receive my own
This has turned into an Orwellian nightmare
most are clones of phones
But living the truth will heal me
The truth, we do not learn
We learn you're good or you're bad
And a 'living' you have to 'Urn'
Add the B for bullcrap & you'll see you'll burn
You are good & expressing Christ consciousness
which is breathing, being, and seeing
We're the truth, just existing
We dive deeper into discernment by listening
Grateful for awareness
They condition us to fear
And they talk nonstop, but you need silence to hear
One day, I'll receive my own
They call it tribe.
Just living will bring me mine
They'll be drawn to my vibe
Time isn't real, so all in perfect timing
One day they'll come, my own, my home.
A smelling tribe
With a Culture of Bribe,
For Bribe is often A Lever:
The Answer to A Short Fever,
Doctors to face “The Other Fever!”
To Bribe she never says “Never”,
Its purported sweetness “Forever” …
A Blind-to-Truth Tribe
You daren’t describe
Her passion for Bribe;
With the foulest fancy for it,
Often bringing it about with wit;
Where spared enough time to Bribe
Is her Most Erudite Scribe!
Tricksters-for-life’s Tribe,
Always for the All-Time vibe,
Where suffers not a jibe
The Damned Crooked Giver
Nor his Brother Stylish Receiver.
Zafar Khan
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