I RUN THE COUNTRY
CARACAS LAUGHS OH REALLY
JUST TRY US AND SEE
COPS OF THE WORLD BOYS
COUNTRIES TO TRUMP ARE JUST TOYS
INVADE AND MAKE NOISE
TRUMP HAS TAKEN ONE
PUTIN WITH UKRAINE NEAR DONE
CHINA WANTS TAIWAN
WHERE TRUMP GOES FROM HERE
VENEZUELA IN REAR
SHOULD CANADA FEAR
TRUMP GETTING US PLAYED
VENEZUELA BLOCKADE
HOPES EPSTEIN FILES FADE
MEME BY PETE HEGSETH
FRANKLIN THE TURTLE BRINGS DEATH
IS HEGSETH ON METH
All the people of the world today
Recognizes Christmas on !0-1-24.
Spoke the salemens. he made know reference
to Santa Claus. Nino Jesus is
our refuge on him we rely.
The grown people of our world
clean chammies, to
prepare for winter.
We harvest and store to
make it through the seasons.
Christmas restores our faith in one another.
Thast during the harness of the season
we have time to stop and prepare for gift giving
and giving thanks to one another
for being human.Oratorio: Music to include us all
the sounds of Christmas! The full worship of Jesus
expressed through the love of God.Cantata, solo
and chorus, rehested to perfect the sound. Seasonal Carols
and Cultural hymns. Some which change throught
out the ages, to include those who had been excluded
in the worship of Jesus.
America enters not as shepherd,
but as wolf cloaked in justice.
You called Chávez tyrant,
you brand Maduro a trafficker—
yet your own markets drink the poison
you pretend to purge.
O America, double-tongued master of shadows,
you strike ships in waters that belong to none,
and proclaim yourself the law.
But power without restraint breeds fear,
and fear sharpens the knives of the forgotten.
The South remembers.
The poor remember.
You beat them, mock them, steal their bread,
and name it order.
Every empire that scorns the weak
will find the weak no longer bow.
Maritime law you violated,
the covenant of nations you broke.
Your hand strikes like a mafia lord,
not a leader of men.
The world watches, trembling—
yet taking note:
the bully tires,
the crowd grows bold.
History writes slowly,
but writes in iron.
Venezuela weeps now,
but her tears are seeds.
And the dog you thought chained forever
prepares to rise.
Remember, America—
every throne is mortal,
and every day of glory
has its dusk.
Shake em, baby
There was a young man from Caracas
Who proved very good with maracas
He played them so loud
Pleasing the crowd
But eventually, he drove us crackers
Why is there now hope for the good rescued people of the formally doomed
South American country of Venezuela? Their people gathered courage and
they gathered together fortitude by voting out their Latin American puppet
dictator carefully groomed by the CCP--Chinese Communist Party.
Instead they now are blessed with a born again conservative president.
To all you Socialists who can't attend reunions
In Cuba, China, or the Former Soviet Union
Here is my recommendation for what ails ya --
Spend a couple months in sunny Venezuela
YOU WERE WARNED, THE BOLIVAR WOULD CRASH.
DESTRUCTION OF WEALTH TOOK PLACE AT LAST.
DID YOU DO, WHAT YOU WERE TOLD.
INVEST YOUR BOLIVAR IN SILVER AND GOLD.
TODAY YOU HAVE JUST RICH AND POOR.
MIDDLE CLASS PEOPLE EXIST NO MORE.
YOU MUST STAND, IN ORDER TO FIGHT.
IMPOSED STARVATION IS CONSIDERED A RIGHT.
STARVE THE MASSES, POPULATION CONTROL.
YOU CAN SLAVE FOR THE RICH, IF YOU DO WHAT YOUR TOLD.
WITH CHAOS AND MAYHEM THROUGH OUT THE LAND.
THE RICH DON'T CARE WHAT THE POOR DEMAND.
VENEZUELA [08/26/96]
LAST NIGHT
I LIT A
DOUBLE STICK
FOR
YOU
AN ODOR SO
PROFOUND
TREES BEGAN
TO WALK
AROUND
ME
AS
I
IMAGINED
WHAT YOU SAID
THE DESERT
MEETS THE SEA
WOODBINE
LICORICE
TANGLED
ALL
AROUND
ME
AS I IMAGINED
WHAT
YOU
SAID
ON EITHER
SIDE
OF THE
MOUNTAIN
THE DESERT
MEETS
THE
SEA
LITTLE
RED
ANIMALS
REACHING
THROUGH
THE
VINES,
TYING MY
JOURNAL
WITH
A
BOW.
IT SHOULD
RAIN TO
MAKE
YOU
STOP
CRYING,
FULL
MOON
HIDING
THE
STRANGE
STATE
OF
BEING
TOGETHER.
I TRY TO IMAGINE
WHAT YOU SAID
ABOUT THE DESERT
AND
THE
SEA.
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